" The low moan was guttural in tone and partially muffled. Fitting, since my dick was blocking her windpipe a bit.Maria's eyes fluttered as she seemin...ly wavered at the verge of unconsciousness before regaining control of her senses. Finally, my deflating cock slipped out of her mouth, followed by a line of semen that trickled down her chin.My eyes swiveled across the bed to Amber, who just grinned and shook her head in disbelief. I'd never seen a girl cum without anyone really stimulating her. Maybe we should talk in private in my room."We went down to my room. "I got that dress from Santa. I don't know how toexplain it. But now everyone is acting like I've always been Paula. Everyoneexcept you." Hmm," thought Ed. "I got something from Santa too." He pulled out a strangelooking stick. It began to glow."Oh wow, it hasn't done that before." He waved it, and as he did, sparkleswafted from it. Slowly, the decor in my room changed. Pink sheets, differentitems on the shelves, dresses in. We had already gone through puberty enough at that point so that girls no longer repulsed us and our voices had already changed from the Vienna boys' choir sound to the sound that young men make when they speak. And we were naturally curious and anxious to learn about--and experience--sex for the first time. I mean, it was all around us and you could not avoid it as a topic of conversation almost daily among our peers.Our parents were typical parents; or so we thought. They loved us, provided. My father/her husband became a distant thought. He keptup his normal routine of extensive time in London. Don't get uswrong!!! We certainly enjoyed the perks of themoney/housing/travel/clothes etc. that were a direct result of hiseconomic well-being, but as a father, I never knew him... as a husbandmy mother had grown disenchanted and removed. I had not known that ontheir last trip together, the subject of separation had been reviewed.During this whole summer of introspection as to my womanly.