I felt hot bursts of juice splashing against my inner thighs. Every slap caused more juice to squirt from my pussy. It was the first time he made me s...uirt, and I couldn’t stop. He slapped and rubbed gushes of streams out of me.He sat me up in the center of the bed. My pussy burned with passion as juice dripped down my legs. I heard him groaning, knowing he was staring at my body. What I must’ve looked like; his nasty, squirt-soaked slut-wife. I was totally humiliated and loved every second of. A. Piece of cake,right? There was so much to remember there, that I was afraid I wouldnever manage it. How to sit, how to act in social situations as a woman,how to walk and talk and why I couldn't ever have pockets on anythingagain and had to have a purse. It was a bit like an intensive course ofupper-level study for a class I hadn't signed up for and didn't reallycare about, but I had to pass or die. No pressure.The highlight of my days though was my lessons with Tanya. Her andStephanie had. Holy shit! My brother was sucking on my breast, drinking from me, and moaning. Damn!My body felt so hot and the feeling of being drained was so delicious, I was soon moaning too, pressing his head against my chest, encouraging him to drink more. When nothing more could be taken from my right breast, he moved to the left one and my need for him changed. He was subconsciously still kneading my empty breast and something hot began to build low in my belly. Something that was telling me to spread. Steve reached forward and groabbed her left nipple and twisted it roughly.She flinched with the pain but did not move, she knew now was not the time to dissapoint Steve.She stroked him faster and he moaned softly, his grip on her nipple became harder and harder as he began to tug and pull in time with her own strokes.She swallowed hard, knowing the pain to come, but she knew what he wanted hear too.Squeeze my new tit bags she whispered to him.Steve relased his cruel grip on her nipple and.