"Tina thought that a woman with a deep voice was sexy. It gave her an idea--a logical, lovely idea.The blonde was good looking.Tina grinned and said, ...If you promise not to tell, I'll suck you off, Blondie." Oh! So will I!" Linda cried."Yeah!" Jerry exclaimed with enthusiasm."Stay where you are, honey--we'll be right with you, tongues first," Tina promised.Both girls jumped up eagerly and dashed out of the booth, turning into the one next to it.Then Jerry realized his predicament.What the fuck. ‘Mom, I don’t want to be like him. On…on the way back from State, Coach, he…he said I was just like Dad.’ ‘Maybe part of you is like your father,’ Mary said, hugging her son, ‘But you’re part of me, too. I think you can be whatever kind of person you want to be.’ ‘Sure Rick,’ Matt said. He walked over and put his arms around the mother and son. ‘You’re OK, and it seems to me you’re getting better.’ Rick backed out of his mother’s embrace and punched Matt playfully on the shoulder. ‘I’m sure. Your time as head girl as made you something of an old fashioned blue-stocking, so you’ll benefit from rouge and shadow to plump out your cheeks. Some masacra too, to lengthen your eyelashes, and then something to push up your little tits. It won’t be a problem.’ In the past Jennifer’s lovers had always been girls, or emasculated boys serving as substitute girls in a subordinate, feminine way. Turning a young man, helping him find his way into the inexplicable excitement of sissyland and. She spread her legs farther apart and lifted her skirt higher, her hand working at her excited cunt."Do you want to look at it?" she said, removing her hand."I want to suck it. Please, please..."Joan held her skirt high with both hands. "Why, Reverend, you're a naughty, naughty man." she said.Her cunt was covered with curly hair several shades darker than her blonde head, and it was wet, decidedly wet. She stepped away from the bowl, moved her feet wide apart, and arched herself out to him in.