.. for yourself. Not me, not Janet, and surely notRalph. I don't understand why you want to dress up as a girl, but sinceit's as plain as day that you...like it, I would much rather help you thannot. I just cannot have you just running around like that without atleast some supervision! I'm your mother, and I know a lot about being agirl! Maybe I can help you, and maybe that will help me understandwhat's going on, and why you're doing this!"Like my mother, I had no idea what was driving me to. I would very quickly look them and bagging them to stop but they smiled at me and touching me . Second break every body go out of class I wanted to go too but they didn't let go. One of them stand behind the door and another one like a mad dog started to take my clothes off. I did everything to make him stop. He forced me to ground and take my underwear off and used his mouth and thong to wet between my leg and spit on his dick and start to do me. My face was down and he couldn't see my breast. It brought out the dominant side of her personality like few other things could."You've been a wonderful husband to me, William." I hope this doesn't mean that you're getting ready to trade me in on a younger model," I said."You don't have to worry about that. I've put too much time and effort into training you. Besides, no one could ever love me as unconditionally as you do. You're the rock in my sometimes-chaotic life. I need you more than you could possibly ever imagine." That's good," I. Her name was Melanie. She was a stunningly beautiful young girl from an exclusive private school nearby. She had come in after school and was still wearing her school uniform, comprising a short tartan pleated skirt, a white blouse and a tartan matching maroon blazer. She was total jailbait for any man (or woman for that matter). Melanie’s long auburn hair was in 2 pony tails, her skin was a honey tan, her eyes a deep green and her full breasts were firm C cup cones of visual delight. All this.