As the school bell rung, and with still no sign of Izzy our grade was sent straight to the hall instead of form room. I thought it was very odd. I sat...with the rest of our friends. Everyone was whispering asking each other what was going on, but no one knew. There was a cough from the stage causing the room to go quiet. The school principal, Mrs Bell was stood at the podium with the school counsellor stood next to her. She had a very solemn face.‘Good morning 8th grade. I’m afraid I have some. I seemed to take comfort inthe confining nature of it. Missy gave me a dress that was calf lengthwith what she called an Empire waist and he wore a crom top and a miniskirt. We went back in the bathroom to apply our lip gloss and Missygave me red lipstick and red lip gloss to match my nails. Side by sidewe looked in the mirror and I mentioned that I somehow looked older thenhim. Missy smiled and said, "I like that."We went out on the balcony for a cigarette before classes. We discussedwhat. Most of the content of the first five chapters is fiction - born of my fantasy riddled creative mind. Chrissy, however, is real. I married her 43 years ago when she was 19 and been blissfully happy ever since. In our late twenties through to mid thirties we were into the swinging scene. Not parties or orgies or stuff like that. Just threesomes and foursomes with couples, single males and females or two males. This was well before internet arrived. Contacts were made through ads in a swingers’. His finger followed upwards to her smooth shaved pussy. He squeezed the lips together gently and then knelt before her. Diving under her skirt he began to lick her puss while he reached up to pull on her protruding nipples through her blouse. At the kitchen table, Buck watched his wife being eaten and sipped his coffee. Carla smiled at him. The two cute farm girls Kelly and Danielle giggled at their mom's luck. She was getting a fresh lick right after lunch. Then Danielle led Carla from the.