I rented a furnished apartment just off campus, and filled the closetwith student-type clothes. I bought textbooks, posters, even a second-handcar! It...was all on Marcus Grach's expense account, so I didn't worry aboutmoney. And I assumed a false name of Rick Wade.My plan was a complicated one, but it seemed to be effective. The idea wasto get to know the girls--intimately, if necessary. If one of them hadfantasies about feminizing a man, they would soon come out. And the betterI got to know my. I could not hide my interest in this part of her. I knew that itwas wrong, and that I was already in trouble enough, but I just could nottear my eyes from the sight of her breasts. This was one of thosebrassieres that look like a bathing suit - no shoulder straps, and low cut.I remember whispering to myself the words, "Holy jeez Mom..." I guess sheheard me, because she smiled slightly and asked "Is there something wrongwith Mommy's breasts Jimmie?" She held her position there like that,. She hit the bed with her fists. I looked at her and saw that she was sobbing. “Are you okay?” I asked, worried that something was wrong. “Yes,” she said, laughing through her tears,” It is soo good! Come back inside me.” I pushed the tip of my cock back inside. Her muscles had relaxed and I was able to resume the to and fro movement. She wiped away the tears from her eyes and held me tightly around the waist, kissing me passionately. “That was even better than I had imagined” she said, “I want. "Girl, I love 'em. Best white tits I ever saw. Now show me that fine ass," he said, stroking his cock in longer, slower motions. Ashley loved watching Derren stroking his long cock. For some reason she liked it more than when she watched her white boyfriends do it -- something about how he was looking at her, like he was seeing her not just as a girl, but a white girl: a predator hungry for his prey...The alcohol still buzzed behind her every motion and thought, and she felt more alive than she.