It taught me to conjure, and I could just summon the clothes I needed for the day, or a cute Lil demon plaything to hump, or with an hour's effort a n...w bike, or with a day's work, my dream computer.I had hit 18 that summer. And I guess I was a late-bloomer, but suddenly all my hormones kicked in at once. Yeah, I jerked off before that, but it was nothing compared to my new urges.And on the long car ride from home (in Indiana) to Kunstler Academy, Dad drove, and I took a back seat, and I was of. Meanwhile with her arm still behind her back Sheri was fumbling with my belt and zipper, struggling to get her hand on my cock. “Help me, Mike,” she asked. I actually really like the feeling when a girl struggles to get at my cock. I didn't have it on at the time, but I use to have this old football belt the some girls would really fight with to get at my cock and it was such a turn on to see such determination. As a young guy, I often had to work so hard to get a girl out of her clothes, so it. All of them were to die, for just drop dead out of this world.Adam's dad was in real estate and owned most if not all the high rises in the downtown area and most if not all the water front warehouses, dock and best looking waterfront house in the area. So once again money was no problem for him.Mark’s mom own all if not half of all the beauty supplies stores in the next three cities. This was every girls dream on campus if they ever got with Mark.As for John well his dad and mom are the top. I thought, "What the heck?"Got up from my bed and went to a mirrorAnd there did I see a sight most queerAnd scary and frightening to the eye. I sawMyself with face pale, and open, dropped jaw,A full head of girl's hair on my head.It was not blond, or grey, or redBut boring old brown, just as of new,It seemed as if my hair only simply grewFrom its former boyishness to its current stateBut I thought it a dream, owing that it was lateAnd climbed into bed. There I did stayAnd sleep till black skies.