While I was fucking her, she said “you really like me being a little tramp don’t you?” I told her I wasn’t thinking of her as a tramp, that wa... a societal judgment because women who fuck around are tramps, but men that do the same thing are studs. Double standards to which I don’t subscribe. After all, who are we “studs” going to fuck if we didn’t have women who liked to fuck as much as we do?I also told her I had seen Harvey but we had not had a chance to talk, but I was going to invite him to. But the sentiment was the same."Call me if you need anything," Erin told her."I will. See you tomorrow."Erin walked her to the door, then stopped and took stock in what he hadbecome. He was surprised at just how natural this body felt to him.The memories he had as a toddler reminded him that that body felt thesame. Not that he liked either this body or the other. In fact, the toddlerbody was in some ways preferable. He remembered - and not happily -just how nice it was to just... girl out.. Not that School was an entirely wasted effort. I came to love French 101, because it was there that, I learned that the name of my number one sexual fantasy is called ménage-a –trios, clearly knowledge I co85uld use in the outside world and have a fucking good time in the process. By spring break, I was obsessed with learning that which cannot be taught…in school at least. During our hiatus from academia, I contemplated the possibilities of a romp with two babes. In the mean time, nocturnal. When we got to the house we went into the kitchen to have some tea. I stood up to get some sugar from the cupboard and opened the wrong door, my heart jumped as I saw hanging there a long heavy well used strap. I took the opportunity to see what she really wanted of me, so I took it down from the hook and in a little girl voice asked her what this was. She smiled and said don’t be a silly girl that is what I use to discipline young bare bottoms like yours when they need it. She then added that.