Mr. Knox is Mrs. Knox.??Doctor Knocker is married to Mini-knocker.??The cock knocker!??Mr. Knox. Are you wearing panties, too???How long have you want...d to be a girl, Mr. Knox???I?ll let you suck my dick for an A.??You?d let him suck for five points of extra credit.??Are you a RuPaul,Mr. Knox? Are you a Caitlyn???Why don?t you wear a dress? You?d look good in a dress.??Why don?t you wear earrings???Are you dating Mr. Sullivan?And on it went. The students peppered me with questions, and no. .. What was so wrong with her that all these bad things were happening... For a long time I couldn’t move. I just stared at her, torn between receding back behind the wall again, or reaching through that gap and taking her into a hug. Last summer’s friendship with Julie seemed so distant. And yet at the same time, it was only one embrace away.‘Go and fix things with her,’ Heather had suggested.I slid over to Julie and put an arm around her. She seemed surprised for a second, but she quickly. . too unfamiliar. When his lips had pressed to hers, they’d felt warm and fluid. Hers had been stiff, but when he’d crushed her body to his, all the strength had gone out of all her muscles, including those in her lips. When her lips had relaxed, the sensations had been astonishing.Within seconds, she felt like she was floating and sunshine was making her whole body warm. His head had twisted slightly, twisting her lips until they came open and his slipped to rub against her teeth. It had felt. I didn’t know what else to do. That’s not to say I didn’t know how women made love. It was that I didn’t know how one got from the kissing stage to that. How long have you wanted to do this to me?” she asked with a husky whisper between kisses. I blushed, yet again and shrugged.“I don’t know. Forever?”“I didn’t know you were into women.”“I’m not. Not really.”“What makes me so special then?” she asked as her hands explored my robe, finding access through the oversized baggy sleeves. I moaned.