.." the thought would stay with me through mysniffling. "No one to blame but myself, but why this?"The sensations of the panties and nightgown only s...rved to increase mydiscomfort. Part of me--you can guess which part in particular--wouldbecome aroused involuntarily at the feel of the soft materials in which Iwas dressed. But the arousal would subside as my mind turned to thegravity of my situation and an impending sense of terror. "What willtomorrow bring?" I asked myself in fear. I was. Damn, it was tight. My aunt started moaning loudly. Finally, I was all the way in. Her pussy felt soo goood. It was warm, wet, velvetty, and was steaming with passion. I started thrusting her pussy slowly. Her erect nipples were very close to my lips. So i started licking them as well. I started noticing that my aunt's breasts turned slightly reddish in colour. I could tell that she was bursting with pleasure. With each stroke I went deeper and deeper into her pussy, and more and more pleasure. Deep inside its still me,Dan. Its just the exterior they can control,it can be fixed,my hair willgrow back,my nose remodeled,those rings removed. I need to concentrate onmy old self. Keep on thinking of my former life,my family,my friends,mystraight sexuality,my job. Fill my mind with all the memories,all thedetails,the names. What was my math teacher called who inspired me so much?Yes it was Mister Davidson.I have to hold on to all those preciousmoments. I will get out! There must be a way.The. When she was their age, she remembered aching to have a boy touch her; obviously the four friends were far beyond that. Much like Mr. Jones, she had taken the stance that things were safer under her watchful eye, and that her controlled permissiveness was better than just running loose. Who knows what would have happened?Once she found out that the four of them were having straight sex along with their homosexual escapades, she got the girls on birth control and was a little more relaxed about.