" "Did you like the sounds?" she asked. "I wasn’t sure what they were," I said truthfully. "Come here, and you’ll hear them again, and more I hope... if you behave yourself."She moved to the bed and laid down, her legs over the bed end. I approached her from the side, and she said, "No don’t be silly, that’s not where I want you," and raised her legs up, so it was obvious that she wanted me to stand at the end of the bed and fuck her vagina which was perfectly placed for me. The pleasure of. I knew what it sold.It was perfect. Of course, I might not need to buy a whole wardrobe ofvarious outfits, not if I was really shrinking down to a woman's size,as I seemed to be. I might need some, though, for the time being. . . .* * *An hour later, I was off the bus and in the library, seated before amicrofiche machine. (I had to have the research librarian show me how touse the damned thing; even then, it didn't seem real.) The articleconcerning Tammy's death, which appeared in the local. She still felt a pang of guilt about Sam so she decided to tell her mother the whole story, now that she knew there wouldn't be any hell to pay.She explained how she got carried away by the intensity of the orgasm Sam's tongue had caused her and how the final coupling was an honest misadventure, to say the least. (Secretly, Cilla had planned to have Sam SHOW her mother the same trick, but Cilla still didn't know her parents as well as she thought she did!)When she reached the part about sitting. George mounted her and slid his erection into her wet slit. She locked her legs behind his thighs. Her hips worked with his stroking which caused his cum fill his cock. Being horny from having his pelvis slide across her clit, she came as soon as George shot his load into her. He laid on top of her as both tried to catch their breaths."I have to shower and leave," he said, rolling off her."May I wash up with you?"George replied, "You know you don't have to ask." She led him into the bathroom..