So the closeness or distance between them at the breakfast table the next morning could often be explained by the relative success or failure of their...time spent in the bedroom. Isn't it always? One night after they'd been out for a celebration, for instance, I heard them starting to fuck and so crept across to the shower room and heard her angry tone when he'd cum in her hair - her new hair-do. The next morning's silence across the breakfast table was therefore explained. Or when they were. Because she hadn't given a cramp, I rewarded her by taking a tiny bit of moisture out of her wet pussy with my fingers and made her anus a little less sensitive. Then I rammed my cock in her ass and still she didn't shrink and still she looked respectfully to the floor.While I was fucking her faster and faster and her anus was pulsating around my cock, I squeezed her nipples as hard as I could. For a moment there was a first short reaction from her body, but immediately the iron discipline. " Or maybe that would make things worse," Paul rebutted.Looking down at the pendulous breasts concealed beneath his shirt, Barrysaid, "Yeah?" Touch?," Paul admitted meekly in his new feminine voice.Barry timidly reached out with his newly acquired small digits. Slightlytrembling, he brushed the top of the red button, and slowly pushed itdown, practically wincing when it clicked... and then....nothing."What?" Ginger spouted in her new baritone voice.Barry pushed it again, but nothing happened. . .. let me see..."a big scary boyfriend."MELODY: Never did. Simon, over in the theatre production department is a big dude, covered with tattoos and piercings. There's some overlap between costuming and textiles/fashion, so we were in the costume shop a lot first semester. He's a very protective big teddy bear and absolutely refused to let any girl in the department walk to the dorms after dark without an escort. But we were never an item. He is so completely gay!aroslav: That's an interesting.