“Oh god,” I moaned, finally feeling the release of the teasing. As he reached my clit, he pulled back and moved to the bottom again, this started...the process over. He repeated it, each time driving me into a bigger frenzy. He lurched forward slightly, his wet tongue starting to lap at my clit, which was now fully exposed. His hands gripped my thighs tightly. I begin to moan softly with each flick of his tongue. I grabbed wildly at his bed coverings my hips bobbed uncontrollably in rhythm with. Oh yuck, it was time he was back home working at a real job and gaining experience in responsibility. His father emailed him once a month and always ended up saying it was time he was back home…blah, blah, blah. His mom emailed him weekly and was even more determined to make him feel homesick. This latest bid was a supreme effort. Opening his mother’s email again at the traveler’s email booth at the railway station in northern Australia, Darcy felt tumultuously homesick, really giving in to it. Shewanted to check all of the hormones, clinical chemistries karyotypestoo. She told him that to call tomorrow morning.It was about 5:30 pm, high peak rush hour, so he decided to wait for 90minutes or so. He went to the Mount Sinai's cafeterias to get somecoffee. He saw some old friends. He saw the changes of himself (now,he was 5'7" and medium size breasts - and no bra, so they were droopinga little. His waist was much smaller and his hips are much bigger thanbefore. His hair is growing. Thinking about it, Ashlie’s idea was a stroke ofgenius. Two hot lesbians, with bicurious tendencies. They wanted a softoption - well not that soft; he wanted to dangle his toes in the waterwithout going in at the deep end. It was perfect.Aisha and Gemma entered the room furtively, giggling to themselves.Peter looked up, still in his underwear and smiled nervously. The twogirls had olive skin though Gemma’s was the lighter. Her faintlyoriental features gave her a cute yet sexually provocative.