“Cum if you need to, honey. I can make you cum again,” I promise, and she hums, licking my ear.“Cum with me, daddy,” she says, the hairs on my...neck at a stand.“You want me to cum in you like this?”“Yes, please baby, I need you to cum in me.” She picks up her pace. I slam up into her, feeling her depths squeeze me. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!”“That’s it baby, cum on that cock. Are you ready for mine?” She screams yes, and I join her in heaven. Her contracting muscles brought on my own contractions,. I was going to be worn down to a nub. Oh, well, a happy nub.The first couple of days were uneventful, except for my jacking-off every couple of hours thinking of Kristen sleeping in my parent's room just a few feet away from my room.Kristen was cool, wasn't as strict as she used to be and told me that she had learned a lot being on her own and that I was old enough to pretty much do what I wanted to do.About the third night, I was in my room, door closed, doing my homework (meaning, naked on my. When they had gone their separate ways, so had that magnetic connection.None of that was working its way through his head at this moment. At thismoment he was more concerned with why, after emerging from the tunnel, hewas wearing a white pleated skirt.Or why his legs seemed smaller, smoother.Or why he suddenly felt long hair.Why he was wearing a pink T-shirt.Why he inexplicably looked like a girl.His first reaction was to check out everyone else on the train. He wasfrantic, searching the faces. Immediately they were in each other's arms sharing a long kiss with lots of tongue. Allie fondled Kimmy’s breasts, which were smaller than her own but pert and perfect, while Kimmy’s hand worked its way up Allie’s skirt and into her panties. Soon both girls were breathing hard and dripping wet, and Allie broke their clinch briefly and looked around. They could just do it right here in the locker room — it wouldn't be the first time. But it was uncomfortable and there was always a risk of being.