It took some doing, but once free of the thing, he stared at himself in a state of shock. Where his penis had once been was a thatch of thick, brown, ...urly hair that seemed unusually fluffy and concentrated. "Like a girl," he thought, running his fingers over it lightly in amazement. Digging down below the bush with his fingers, he encountered a fleshy furrow of skin where his testicles used to be. Probing deeper inside the furrow and the moist folds of skin surrounding it, he encountered. The white folds deftly manoeuvred onto one, tanned arm, the other arm snaked beneath and slid smoothly between Maddie’s thighs. “No panties? Nice.” The escort’s eyes shone with approval. “My something old wanted a souvenir... oh, wow!” Maddie’s body quivered, a pulse radiating out from her sex, as Portia’s slender fingers explored her moist pussy. She tingled at every stroke of the gently, circling fingertips, each rub of her aching clitty. “You like that, pretty bride?” “Ooh, oh yes, yes.” A. He was always one to find the loopholes. “I am just offering to help you out since it seems you need a third hand in there.” “How long have you been there?” I asked, realizing he must have been there for some time to know that at third hand would be helpful. “About a minute after the water started. I heard it and didn’t realize it was you in here. I wanted to see who was using my shower,” he said. I couldn’t fight the urge to pull back the curtain and invite Chris in. I knew Steve would be in. I put on my best smile and opened the door to a classroom with the usual scene of kids milling about and talking, except everyone was in uniform and everyone was a teenage girl."Good morning, class. Take your seats, please."The laughing turned into quieted giggling and the talking turned into murmurs and whispers while all the girls took their seats at the desks. It was right then that I fully realized how different this place felt. There was just about two dozen pairs of teenage eyes glued to.