Er... attributes. While I was in England that winter, I spent several weekends with John & Jenny in their country cottage, enjoying long hours of sens...al fisting in front of a log fire. John was in his forties, tall, slim, with close-cropped grey hair, and gentle brown eyes. Jenny was in her early thirties, verging on voluptuous, but a beautiful shape. They were both very warm, attractive, and wonderful teachers. Jenny showed me all sorts of techniques and useful exercises to keep my pussy and. I had been deprived of a man's touch for so long that it seemed only natural for my orgasm to happen so fast."Mmmmmm...Brenda...I want to eat you up baby."Bob continued to play with my pussy. He seemed enthralled with his fingers being in my pussy. He first put in one finger and fucked me for five minutes with one finger and his tongue on my clit. He then began fucking me with two fingers until he had all five fingers inside me. I felt my juices seeping out of me and pooling on his couch. He. After that the nicknames and crude gestures died off. I thanked the gods, for it was only a month later that Vincent was enrolled. Vincent was a tall raven haired smart ass (Yes, I have a type). He played basketball and ran track, but hung out with outcast crowd. I knew I liked him the first time I saw him. He spent a lot of time in the Principal’s office, but never seemed to get in trouble. He constantly proved the teachers wrong, and as much as it pissed them off, the Principal couldn’t do. ..I met a lot of interestingpeople before I went private," he replied. "How long will it take...before I'm ...normal...or as normal as I'llever be?" she asked. "I mean, I have urges...very strong ones implantedin my mind by that bitch...even if you can help them with those...I'm agirl now...this is going to take ...I mean...." "Time is relative, Robin. What's important is that you become whole,"he comforted. "There's no timetable to this...what counts is that youhave a chance to heal." "Thank.