” I pull my cock all the way out of Lauren’s pussy and slam it back inside, hard. I do it a second time.“Whoa, Jimmy! Yeah that’s it. Fuck...me hard like that. Pull my hair. Hard.” I yank Lauren’s silky blond hair as I start slamming my cock into her pussy. She starts making noises, “Geez! God! Fuck! Fuck! Oh!” a syllable each time the head of my dick slams against her cervix. I open my eyes briefly and see more people looking and pointing at Lauren leaning over the rail, her firm. They weren't justdressing as a guy or a girl for a week, for that week they were a guy ora girl. People often found friends during the week that they would neverhang out with the rest of the year and often found their usual friends tobe part of different social groups during the week.Nicole and Chase followed the signs directing everyone to the auditorium.They walked in and saw signs directing people to different booths, a rowof tables for students to get their Swap Week ID cards if they. My father had practically raised Olu from the time that he was fourteen, sending him to school and paying for his university education, molding him to become the perfect assistant to help him with his studies in anthropology. Olu not only served as a work assistant, he was also my father’s translator, and his traveling companion, serving as an impromptu valet whenever he took his frequent trips abroad to lecture. Dad had brought Olu home when he was a stray, waifish lad of thirteen. My mother. He grinned at me and I kind of blushed a bit. He laughed and said cmon in. I walked in and he showed me the areas needing patching and then went back to his room. He dropped the blanket on the bed and walked bare assed back to a drawer and opened it grabbing a few items of clothing and he turned to see me staring. I again looked away and then I heard him walking toward me. I looked up and saw his rock hard cock and up close I saw it was a good 6 1/2 -7 inches. I was embarrassed that he was.