I made myself a cup of coffee and sat down on the easy chair by the window. My mind was in turmoil at the thought that I was being changed into a woma.... It all seemed so incredible and yet I had already been emasculated. Escape seemed impossible and even if I were to get free I needed to take the antidote every day and only they had it. I sat and drank my coffee trying to think. There was a large mirror on the wall opposite and as I caught a glimpse of my reflection I was startled to see how. Wonderful I instantly orgasm as you enter me fully a huge gasp of air and whoosh I’m fully orgasming in a whole different way, a naughty it shouldn’t be happening way but it is and I’m having it, your first thrust is over and your fully home I can feel your pulse inside and you can certainly feel my pleasure waves as a contract and spasm around what you have inserted, me still cumming and unable to look you in the eye as I calm, you enjoy my feeling but slide back out and again flick my clit as. As un-cool she was allowed to play or to be enthusiastic about things. The cool kids were just hanging around being bored. I had always been one of the cool set, and God had I been bored. It was time to see the world from other perspectives now. Hat’n Fate decided that my next learning experience would be a weekend of oil-painting for beginners, taking place in three weeks time. In the meantime I decided to do some home-grown growing too. I initiated a throw-away-at-least. "I would love to see that," I said after letting out a moan. Mr. Baker let me go and I plopped lightly onto Mr. Brown's lap. From the feel of it, he was slightly smaller then Mr. Brown, but at the time I didn't really care. I was just excited to finally be having sex. I felt Mr. Brown trying to slide me off his lap, so I helped him and took a seat on the desk beside where he was. Mr. Baker was standing in front of us. He looked at both of us in turn and began to undo the zipper and fly of his.