"Yes," I confirmed. "Everyone says that I always seem so much happierwhen I'm Megan. Emily and Ethan, both my mom and my dad, and even Austinsaid so l...st night." But you can't let others decide this for you," Mrs. Prescott warned."I'm not," I told her. "But everybody telling me I was happier got methinking about it. It took a bit to realize, but I AM happier this way.Everything seems to fit."I took another bite of my sandwich while they digested that information."You're always going to be Megan. She closed her eyes tight while the room spun around her. "I feel like my tongue is wrapped in a dirty sweat sock." She gasped as she lurched to the sink. At least there was one real medical benefit in swallowing her horrendously huge loads. She managed to keep her electrolyte levels up. Her head was pounding, but she didn't feel like she needed to go throw up. "Damn, I'm cold!" she muttered. "Oh hell, I feel sore down there again too. What the hell did I do to myself this time?"Face growing. I started to move and place Gracie on her back so I could start the deep, hard plowing I was craving. But Gracie wouldn’t have it. She resisted moving onto her back and continued her ministration on my dick.By now I was moving my hips up to meet the strokes of her oiled hand. All I could do was moan and let her work. Finally, I said, “Gracie, I really need to fuck you.” She took her mouth off my nipple long enough to reply, “Oh come on. Let me have some fun.” I tried to relax my muscles and let. I reached out my hand and grabbed hold of her right hand and forced her to touch my private parts. Her fingers felt like silk on my lips as she tried to pull her hand away.“Oh please don’t,” she cried through her open mouth. I noticed that she was starting the breath heavily through it and that just made me all the bolder. I slid her finger in between my lips and ran it up to my love button and pressed it hard into it. She was crying now and I was jerking my hips. Then I noticed that I no.