Feeling quite nervous about the whole thing but egged on by the alcohol inside me and the fact that apart from the folks that were with me nobody else...knew me and wewere on holiday and it was a stag do i reluctantly agreed.kind of thinjing it might get me in with the girls and maybe get somewhere i went round early evening they started by shaving my body down they painted my toesnails hot pink and handed me a a choise of shoes to wear. i was drawn towards the 6in strappy pink heels immediately. It had to be. Hamperdown was agirls' boarding school.Sleeping arrangements were private booths in rooms of four, andtoileting for each room was private, so I knew in advance that I couldkeep up my physical disguise if I was careful, but I needed to presentmyself and relate to other students, as a girl. Luckily I latched on tosome great girls who were ready to be my friends.Although I wore my moonboot, I was taken into the soccer squad andbecame friends with the girls there. What worried me. No one thought that was uncivil or indecent. It was all part of living, loving one another, and getting by.''Julie, honestly, that has almost nothing to do with anything. We do not live in Kentucky or West Virginia.''But we live in about as small a house as they did.'Poor Mom glared back at me. 'Young lady, I've done my best to provide you and your brother with a proper home.''So let's live in a way that we can be happy and no one feels hidden away.' 'That sounds just like the sort of thing. Mouth open, you gasp. You adore how good he feels deep inside you. His hands grip your waist and then, you feel the playful spank of your bottom. You shudder, as the spank resonates through you and you hear him growl. His hand spanks you again, making you bite your lip in devilishly delight."Oh fuck!" you gasp. His cock feels so good as he fills your aching pussy. You feel him throbbing in you, savouring the pleasure as he withdraws only to push deep in one effortless thrust.You whimper.