'Mummy, mummy, look at me, I'm like you now.'My mother rushed up the stairs and took one look at me and burst outlaughing.'Oh honey, you do look funny...in that.''Why Mummy?''Well for one thing its far too big for you and another, boys don't weardresses.''Why not?''Because girls are girls and boys are boys. Girls wear dresses and boyswear trousers. It's the way things are. Girls try to look pretty andboys handsome.''I don't understand.'Mummy sighed, 'I know honey, it's not easy to explain but. But more than just the physical pleasure, it was because I knew you were close by me, and we could have this new sexual experience together without any fear or guilt. That was so awesome.”Mandi smiled at me and asked what I thought. I said, “Before I say anything, I need to fuck you so I can tell if your pussy is still the same. After that, I should be ready to talk.”With that, I pulled her head toward me, and we kissed with a renewed sense of urgency. I squeezed one of her amazing tits and. Livshitz knew that his wife, Cindy, and his daughter, Abigail, would be home soon enough, but he continued at his regular pace. From the second he sat down, his cock would be throbbing from anticipation.It was early on in the video when Caroline did one of the actions that Mr. Livshitz loved the most. He had asked the class a question about the reading from the night before, and it had stumped her momentarily, leading her to run both of her hands over her breasts as she thought. She did this. For 30 minutes I sat alone at lunch with no food so I sat there and replayed that fantasy in my head over and over. But suddenly I was noticing subtle changes in the fantasy. At first it was little things like changes in my clothing, but the more I thought about it the more aware I was that in this fantasy I was slowly becoming more and more like her, and she was starting to look more and more like me, until finally I was the one guiding a boy around the school, I was the one giggling, I was.