''I am often asked if I sample the private pleasures of these women whenI am casting a film. Of course, is always my reply.' He waited for thelaughter...and clapping to end before continuing.'So why did I promote and marry a boy turned into a girl, you ask. Howcan a manufactured woman ever compare with the real thing? As a directorI am always moulding my leading lady into an image, a fantasy in mymind, for that particular film. Turning Bobbie, a wimpy male, into everyman's wet dream is simply put. My cock slid back and forth with ease, because her hole was so wet and accommodating, and after just a minute or so I was quickly thrusting into her again, making her groan once more."Oh yes Mr Smith! oh yes!" she groaned face down into the seat cushions."Fuck me! fuck me! fill my hole and pound me like you own me!" she groaned.So I picked up the pace, and with all the will I could muster not to unload right there and then as this hot little dirty teen continued to urge me to use her pussy like. The room smelled of sex and I had just experienced the best orgasm that I had in years, and all while my cunt was untouched."You are soooooooo fucked!" Rachel whispered at me, and I knew that she was right. I had perfectly good intentions: I would tease Jeff, let him dominate me, but keep the sexuality to the level of teasing. And now I knew what Rachel clearly understood: I was fucked. It wouldn't happen today. Not tomorrow either. But one day soon, despite my best intentions, I would be down. When Justin came to he seen what they had done and began to get scared. he looked at the clock and it said 4:30, the buses where gone and he was forced to walk home. Since his school was poor they didnt have a sink or shower in the locker room. He looked for his clothes but only found the thong which he slowly slid on. He couldnt get any of the dried cum off of his smooth body. So he knew it was goin to be a long walk home. He slowly opened the gym door and ran outside tryin not to be seen, but.