YOU ARE a little whore"! Sara dropped down between her open legs and licked your wife's sweet box, ramming her tongue into your wife, slurping and lic...ing. before I knew it my cock was out. I don't even remember taking it out, but there it was,out and hard as rock. your wife put her head back and let out a scream of pleasure as she came all over my wife Sara's lips and face.Sara stood up and stepped back "Your a Squitter" she walked behind the tree and untied your wife's hands dropping her to. We both laughed our silly heads off. We made our way to the living-room where we stood facing each other about a foot apart. We were just looking into each other's eyes when she got on her tip-toes and kissed me on the cheek. That took me by surprise and I just stood there with a dumb expression on my face. Patty broke the spell asking, "Can we play cards?"Sure, let me get the deck."I went into the kitchen and got the deck of cards out of the drawer. When I got back, Patty was squatting Indian. At the end of the class, she thanked us and asked if we would consider coming back for more posing. Babs said we would be happy to and it was set up for the next week.This time, she wanted us to look as if we had just finished our workout so she asked if we could spend a few minutes running in place to work up a sweat. She told the students to notice the sweat patterns in our clothes and how the beads of sweat clung to certain areas on our bodies. She took extra time to point out how the. My voice was no longer my own. It was higher, girlish.My father could no longer bear to speak to me, until I took to conversing in a husky whisper. Still, when he was in my room he never knew which way to look, particularly when the twin mounds of my breasts began protruding through my pyjama top.Roger came daily. He would look at me pityingly, talking to me softly about football results and music, taking my temperature and blood samples from my arm. He would disappear into the next room with.