The memories of that night's adventures rapidly faded from me, but notthe sense of who I was. I knew my identity still as Cleopatra. I couldn't go to ...hitby with this. He would insist upon a 'cure' for mypeculiar condition. But what could I do? Destiny had driven me to thisgroup last night. Why else might I have chanced to visit London andWhitby at such an opportune time? I had been given a second chance. Ihad been given the most unique of opportunities ... I could relive myappointment with. I was shaking like a leaf but Brenda - pudgy, short, Brenda - walked like she was the only one dressed. No wonder she won junior class president by a landslide. When we got to the classroom, we both stopped by the door and took a deep breath."Oh my God," I said, "I have never been so scared!" You?" Her eyes went wide, "At least they want ta see you naked. You look like Barbie come ta life. I look like Petunia Pig." You do not. But you braver than I am. I thought I was gonna die a fright." You. Then her back arched and she pushed down on my head encouraging me to continue as she began to orgasm. Her loud moans echoed around her yard. She yelled my name begging me for more. When her orgasm had subsided and her moans had quieted I could hear Maddison's moans. This made up my mind as I pulled down my swim suit, freeing my cock. I stood up in the water and put the head at the entrance to her pussy and began to rub it against it's sensitive lips. She looked at me begging for me to put. I follow his thigh up again until I touch his cock. I cannot believe it.It feels so soft. I am holding a young boys cock, in my hand, making ithard. It only takes a few strokes to get it up. I can feel his heartbeatthrough the silky skin that covers his rock. I start jerking him.Clasping his cute stiffy I move my hand up and down. The skin glides overit smoothly and with every tug a small throb echo's through his body.I feel his heartbeat rising, his breathing gets heavier. His eyes arestill.