I went to the Fiesta Club every night andmade $1000. On my 18th birthday I exercised my trigger word. "BARBARELLA," I said to Francine, and saw her so...t of stiffen. "I want youto marry me while I'm still theoretically male, but I want you to do itentirely of your own free will. Will you marry me?" I could see her relax. "I don't know whether to call you a bastard or abitch," she said, "but I guess you just taught me a lesson. Did you meanit?" Of course I did, and BARBARELLA was a bit of a joke,. . ooohh worm his hot tongue into it... !" he groaned once more, reaching down and tangling his fingers in her short hair to guide the rhythm of her now bobbing head. She knew he would be lifting his own from the pillow to watch her contorted face lustfully stuffed full. It made the sensation that much more exciting when he could see the thickness of his sinewy cock buried between her eagerly sucking lips, just as it always did for her when she watched his laving tongue working in the open wet. " "Older sister, huh?" said Robert. He watched the boy pull out a family photo he carried in his back pocket. The kid then pointed to a sixteen year old, beautiful girl. "Sweet. Tell you what." Robert said with a smile. "Tell me your address so I can meet you sister and I'll get the ball for you." "My address is 104 Hyundai Road." The boy began as Robert held up his hand to hush the kid up and headed out of the school playground. The boys looked at one another and quickly took off after him.. I was about halfway through the locker room when I heard a shower turn on. I froze. Turning my watch I saw that it was 3:55. That should have been plenty of time for the girls to get done and get out. I stood there for a few minutes as libido fought common sense. My dick won out and as I crept along the rows of lockers, I imagined getting caught and labeled a peeping tom. Well thet was exactly what I was about to be. I neared the last row of lockers, the row with the panties and peeked.