I felt a cold glob of something, and knew His intentions as He began topush His finger into my asshole. "Shhh…be a good girl. Relax and push back a...ainst my finger. That'sit." He continued to push, and I began to cry and tried to do as He had said.It felt, it felt, like immense pressure. I was more humiliated, both by Hiswords and actions, than hurt. When He removed His finger, I felt relieved,yet oddly empty, although He was to remedy that. Again I felt the pressure, but this time from. Underneath her top hid her breasts, which appeared to be supported by a bra that was "bullet shaped", as if it were a vintage bra from the 50's or 60's.Her smile was so sweet and innocent, yet it was a bit sensuous. As the door closed behind me she leaned in and gave me a hug. Not a grandmotherly hug, but a hug where she pulled herself into me and gently kissed the side of my neck. Her perfume smelled amazing, full of sweet flowers. I knew she could feel my hard cock pushing against her upper. Eventually they relented and I went tomy room to assess the latest changes in my body. I cast the beach towelaside and pulled off my sweatshirt. My worn-out tee-shirt was nowstretched over two, large, womanly tits. I cupped them with my hands andguessed that they must be around a D-cup now. The hot, spongy fleshfilled my hands completely. My fingers felt warm and extremely good onmy boobs. Wanting more of this sensation, I pulled off my tee-shirt.The hem pulled my breasts upward; as the. This was the situation, when Jake died. It immediately sank in on me, that now, I had not only my duties, but Jake's, as well. This pushed me into an action I had put off, for years. The night after Jake's funeral, I took Sean into my bed, and started his education. He was a virgin, that night. We had two lessons, before last week-end. I had also decided that, at this late date, I could use some help, in his training. That's why I changed my mind, and went to the convention, with you. I wanted.