She was about 5ft even and had the cutest pale skin. she would always dye her hair once a month and would be so playful with me and only until later d...d i ever know her playfulness was flirting. When i arrived to my house i layed on the lawn in the back far too tired to care and both tara and jamie hanged out with me till they both left as the sun set and i was alone with jasman.Jasman after a year of knowing me knew my turn ons and would play with them often like a simple tickling of the ear. Her cum drenched my mouth. She peaked and I lifted my face for air, to rest my cramped mouth and tongue. She looked down her body at me, a smile of inner peace and contentment on her face. Then she expressed the concern that she hoped her daughters hadn’t heard her. I assured her it was too late for that worry to stop us. Anyway she agreed with my idea that I should repeat the attentions to her pussy with my mouth. My tongue silenced her protests. She reached her orgasm much more quickly. As I. I pull the callow youth closer and hiss in his ear that I am simply Will Fletcher and that any mention of a Will Bowman in my presence or in any association with me is not to be countenanced. He foreswears ever mentioning the name again but persists in beseeching me to privately confirm or deny to him my true identity. ‘And why do you need to know this, young man?’ I ask, staring into his wide, innocent young eyes. ‘My guardian has charged me with finding you, Sire, for I understand you travail. There is now no rationalisation that you can hide behind.He does up his fly an leaves, as you lie there limply; motionless; pathetically. Unable to move a muscle but whimpering and sobbing like a girl.You know that you have passed the point of no return.You can no longer be a man. And you know you can not be a real woman.Suddenly, puff! You are now a sissy. A fag. Forever.Strangely the realisation fills you with self-loathing and arousal simultaneously. A sense of horror and ecstasy all at.