It didn't completely cover his swollen ass either. It showed rather conspicuously. His breasts were trying to pop out of the top of the uniform. He...wasn't sure if it was the makeup they used on him or whether they had done something to his face too. He looked ridiculous, but as feminine as the empty headed girls he used to pursue. The finishing touch was the black heals they made him wear. He tripped and stumbled around the apartment all morning in them but they wouldn't allow him to take. She stood to show me what she was looking for.“I call it ‘The Professor’” she said, holding up a large, pink, penis shaped silicone vibrator.“I should be so lucky, Jess. But thanks for the encouragement.”Jesse wet the shaft of the toy in her mouth, propped one foot up on a nearby chair and slid the large toy deep inside her. After a few seconds, she withdrew “the Professor” and handed it to me.“I just needed to wet it,” Jesse said matter-of-factly as she bent over and put her elbows on my. The flesh was hot as she explored every inch of my mouth, running her tongue between my cheeks and gum. This was so fucking exciting. I hugged her and kissed her back. We stood here for minutes, our tongues battling away. Our bathing suits exposed a lot of flesh. So we rubbed our legs, our stomachs, our arms and our breasts against each other, unable to get enough of touching our skin together.She reached behind me and undid the strings of my top. My breasts, now with nipples of steel, fell out. Athletic, tall, blonde, circumcised, hairless but for my head. Extroverted, self-confident and uninhibited, but less so than Barry. Barry was clearly popular with girls, but just as obviously, was not ready for serious relationships. I had no idea he might harbour gay tendencies. Until one day, having just completed a particularly adventurous streak, we stood beside each other, panting, and still naked."I'd like to fuck you," he announced, with not a hint of embarrassment or reserve. "I think.