" She surveyed the little ones in her audience. Turning to a girl, she said, "You look to be the oldest. Let me guess: are you twelve?" Eleven," blush...d the girl."Anybody else eleven or older?" she asked the group. There were no takers. "How many of you are nine or ten?" Two boys and a girl raised their hands. "The four of you should help the littler ones, even though," and she turned to she turned to a cluster of six- to eight-year-olds, "you don't need much help, do you?" They shook their. He looks around and then realizes while the girls are invarious states of undress, he is decked out in a dress, stockings andheels. He feels the girdle and the slip and the camisole. He also feelshis men's briefs and realizes he is still male, there at least... Buthis figure is fairly feminine. He takes off his glove and his nails arepolished, his hand and fingers narrower. His hair is long and alsoobviously the result of a lot of attention either with blow dryers orrollers. He knew enough. I tried to explain how wonderful getting to know a girl was compared to just making her into what you wanted her to be. But I think they must have been virgins before Mike met them. They kept telling me that I was just too young to know how much sex a man needs. Shit. I bet you any money they photograph the girls nude, then spend hours looking at the pictures while they got sucked. They were just immature like that. To them, women were just objects of pleasure, not real people, but I was. Your lips close around my pussy as I lean back on the table and welcome you between my legs.This is not how I saw this going, but I am so happy at how it is turning out, your eagerness to taste me and to taste my orgasm is certainly a turnon. I feel myself getting even wetter as your expert tongue explores me and fills me and flicks my clit. I moan out loud and you smile into my pussy knowing you are making me lose control. As your lips close around my clit, ready for a full on orgasmic.