Both of hishands moved up and fondled my breasts. I had been wearing silicone breastforms from the beginning as Julie recommended. I loved they way th...yjiggled and swayed when I danced on stage but at that moment I wishedthat they were implants so that he could remove my bra. I could easilyafford them now with the money the band was making.I turned and put my arms around his neck and met his parted lips withmine. It felt so good being romanced like a woman. Then he took my handand pulled me. I imagined Mrs Craddock down there, between my legs, with her big tits still impregnated with my sperm, her cool blue eyes with a subtly wicked gleam as she took little nibbles of me, tongue and lips combining to pleasure me and frustrate me in equal measure.Then frustration was over as she went down on me proper. My rod was suddenly slick with her saliva as she slid her lips down it. The movement was slow but exquisite. “Oh, yes!” I groaned. The lips were pulled off. Latex fingers clutched me,. And since Clarissa’s mom wouldn’t let her go out if she had school the next day, the only time we got to spend together, other than at school, was on Friday nights and Saturday days. Fridays became our date night. We’d do something together in Westmouth, grab something to eat and then I’d take her home and get one of those dynamite kisses she had a habit of laying on me. We got together on Saturdays as well, but there was no guarantee we’d be alone. Emily and Grace came shopping with us in. Party Observer, Jill Fenwick, walked slowly down the road. Isobel hadn't done a bad job for a new starter, she thought. She'd get better at it in time, of course, but she had covered all the key points. The other good thing was that the spirit of New Order seemed well embedded with all of the women they had seen. Jill wasn't naïve enough to imagine that everyone was interested in politics but the afternoon had shown her that New Order policies still seemed to be working. She'd really have to.