.***That was weird. This was a memory, but not mine, it was Catherine's. Idecided to call it a "phantom memory." The disturbing fact was thatduring th... whole time I was and felt like Catherine. I felt even the painwhen the elbow hit my kidney or when the girls fell over me. I couldn'tthink of me as Carl. It was like my whole male past had been erased.Besides that dreadful feeling, the phantom memory gave me an importantinformation about Catherine. She (that is, as a consequence, me) wasstill a. In small towns, the prom is still held in the school. They did go out for dinner before the prom, over to a fancy restaurant in Branson. (Yes they do actually have some over there. It's not all home cooking places for the tourists.)They got home shortly after two. I heard them come in and reset the alarm and mines. Then they came in and undressed. They didn't even pretend like they thought I was sleeping. They turned on the light and proceeded to get out of their fancy dresses and all of the. Just imagining her gagging on my dick was incredible. After our dodgeball game I went over to the teachers lounge where I found two of the hottest and sluttiest girls in our school, Lexy and Emily. Lexy with thick black hair down to mid back normal height for a 16 year old and Emily. 6" blonde hair down to her ass. Emily was more tanned as lexy was a nice white. I take a seat as the teacher calls out our names. When she'd finished she left and said she'd be back in 45 minutes. She left the room. “Well, I need a model.”“For what?” I said, alarmed.“Oh, you know, just to show positions and stuff. All very innocent, just to show the basic mechanics of sex to a bunch of eighteen-year-old girls.”“Errr…”“Pleeeease? I think you might enjoy it and I’d be really grateful.”Well, it all sounded very innocent and it would be rewarding to help her out so I agreed, assuming I would be standing there moving into different positions. How hard could it be?“OK, what will you want me to wear?”“Oh, just a.