That was all OK, but his eyes just looked cruel.I would, of course, run into them in town occasionally. From what I could see, Shellee seemed to be a ...ormal teen. She was a younger copy of her mom, short and slim with big brown eyes and a cute smile. John, as you might have gathered, was always watching what Cara did, his cruel eyes narrowing anytime she spoke to anyone. They narrowed even more whenever she spoke to a man. I did my best to remain a stranger in crowd whenever I saw them. I. I knew how wet I was. Up until now my plan had been to bring him in here, give him a mind-blowing blow-job and then leave. But now I wanted much more.I reached inside his loose-fitting brown sackcloth trousers and sought out his cock. The button on the front of his boxers burst right off as my hand forced its way urgently inside. We both moaned as my hand closed around his warm tool and pulled it back out through the hole in his underwear. I began tugging and squeezing inside the trousers as. .it's you!You've become Brandi!"It was as though a veil had been lifted from my eyes as I saw through mynakedness..."Oh...God NO! I...I can't be a girl!" I stammered as my visionbegan to blur and twist within my mind. I began feeling dizzy, and fell backinto the sand.******I felt my eyes flutter open, the long dark feminine eyelashes created a fainthaze over each eye. Logan was there kneeling in the sand next to me, "Youokay, Ashley?" he asked."What happened?" I wondered aloud, feeling. I twirled my tongue in loopdeloops. I ran his cock all over my cheeks, soaking them with his wet secretions. I kissed, frigged and skinned his cock. I was very good. And in about five minutes, I got the girl's big reward. Matt grunted. His cock throbbed hard, twitched and erupted. I wanted to swallow some and let Matt give me a pimple-preventer with the rest. There was enough hot cum for a whole homeroom of girls. It felt so good on my tongue, pallet, throat, cheeks and nose. I looked like.