She stared into my eyes as she put it straight into her mouth and sucked enthusiastically. 'Mmmmmm,' she purred, 'Want some?'I stood in shock. She had...never done anything like this before and I was loving it. Fuck, yes. I do,' I replied quickly.'Then you better come and get some.'I quickly shrugged my trousers off and left them in a puddle on the floor and dashed over to her. She took another scoop from her pussy and slid her finger into my mouth; the juices tasted beautifully salty on my. "Oh my love, I wish I knew the right answer," Jamestried to comfort her. "We need to do what is best forAaron. We need to give him a chance at recovering hislife, his hopes." How would making him a girl do that?" Marianneasked, "His hopes are shattered with this." I don't know Mari, but I fear a lifetime withoutreal intimacy for him if we don't agree to this. Isthat better or worse? I don't know. I wish Aaroncould answer this question. I feel like I'm betrayinghim with any answer we could give.. Five varsity letters in sports, a 4.0 GPA, and elected Homecoming Queen last fall.” I liked the way I looked and so did the boys at school. I am 5’ 8”, 125 pounds, long auburn hair, sparkly emerald green eyes, 34B breasts, and curves exactly where they were supposed to be. But how long will this last? Where to next? I wondered if I was going to be one of those who peaked in high school and would begin a long slow spiral down to oblivion. The old computer finally flickered to life and shook me. "Who's Annabel Spott?" Sprott," Margaret muttered. "She was ... umm ... a tenant," she said quietly."Oh ... not want her books?"Margaret took a deep breath. "When you were a baby. She'd um..." Margaret gulped. "She was murdered." Here?" Abigail asked, and Margaret shook her head. "In the flat?" Nah. Outside. But um ... well it affected a lot of people. We dain't talk about it. And you won't go mentioning it."Abigail hummed and flicked the book back to the page she was reading. "It's a good.