Now that we have embarked on this summer of Jim discovering his femaleside, I have come to a rapid understanding that Jim really disliked hismale life... His quick embrace of all the femininity I have placed beforehim proves that. Now I have to make sure that his instinctive grasp ofhis female side does not run amuck. He is still so young and unused toreconciling all his desires and feelings and reality. I have to be surehe understands the reality of his situation and not just center on. Checking on the sleeping girls, I noticed across the hall lying on their parent’s bed Mrs D’s clothes, either the one she’d worn before going out or one of the dresses she’d thought of wearing that night. I entered the bedroom, looked at the dress, dreaming of watching Mrs D dressing and undressing. I then felt the material and put my hands under as if going up her legs and touching her breast. Naturally, I was getting excited and felt my hard on and lay on the dress as it was really her. . ’ And there it was, in the middle of the bright light a dark, black spot grew and grew at an incredible speed. All I had to do was wait until the dark spot hit the glove and then I could spin and tag the runner, completing the universal perfect pickoff play. The dark spot quickly blacked out the sunlight and I closed my glove and began to swing it toward the runner desperately diving back toward the base. Unfortunately I moved a split second too soon and instead of hearing the satisfying thump. He could hear his teacher quietly moaning, and when he felt her hips gyrate onto his finger, he smiled. “I knew you were such a slut... letting me just barge in here and finger fuck you....” he taunted. Matthew could tell that his teacher was getting close to cumming. He pulled his wet digit from her pussy and put the coated finger to her mouth, making her lick and suck her juices until it was clean. "I'm going to make your breakfast. I want your hair curly today." He commanded as he vanished.