Serve’s story are filled.Imagine a world in which your nastiest (or hottest) fantasies are only a keyboard away. My characters were already created ...y Ms. Serve and because of that, they did what they were going to do, not what I wanted them to do. Sometimes they did something seemingly totally out of character ... oh, just like in real life! Sometimes they were punished for it, sometimes rewarded.I still can’t get the scene in the Buckman out of my mind when Ellen fucks her brother. So. He was oozing quite a bit and I hungrily licked off the drops of pre-cum and worked my tongue around the head of his tool. As I placed my lips over the cap of his tool, Jerry reached over and began fondling my breasts. Otto was watching the scene unfold before him and as he saw Jerry’s hands hold my breasts I felt his tool swell a little more. After a minute of sucking Otto’s tool, Jerry told me that looked really sexy and he wanted some of that action. As I moved over into position, Jerry told. She held onto Mr. Moore with her arms and legs wrapped tightly around his body. Every now and then, Sylvia could see a small squirt of pussy juice shooting out of Brandy’s cunt as the man pulled his cock back. There was no mistaking the fact that she was having the time of her life.Mr. Moore, too, was clearly having a good time. He grunted and groaned, powerfully hammering his cock in and out. His eyes were closed as he panted his lust. He was fucking her like a madman. He would pull his cock. He'd say 'kewl' instead of 'cool' whenI was through with the transformation.Now you may be wondering why didn't I just go get me a sub chick. Thereare plenty of them but the making of a boy to a girl is a bit like VanGogh painting 'Starry Starry Night' and mixing Edward Munch's 'TheScream' in just for color. I know most who heard this story wouldcondemn me but not one of my girls ever wanted to go back.And Billie was a blank canvass. What kind of girl would she become? Oh Ihad one who wanted to.