"Jesus Christ!" Tracy gasped, trembling. Her fingers were slipping through the puffy slit of her turned-on cherry pussy. "I'm creaming all over my fuc...ing bed, Chrissy." She shivered. "Damn, you make up the best stories ever." I didn't make it up," Christine corrected. "It's true... every hot sexy word of it. I swear!"Tracy gulped, her heart racing. "I believe you," she whispered almost reverently. "Ohhh, shit, I wish I were there with you." She was tingling all over. Flames in her cherry pussy. I look around and find a hair brush on the dressingtable. Mrs. Feyla's dressing table. I use it to brush out my hair andthen return to the mirror.Wow...My brain teeters on the edge of insanity. Am I Marshall? Or am I Kelly?Am I a man... or a woman?I look around the room, feeling panicky and adrift. Why did Morgen haveto be away, right when I'm in the middle of this crisis? And Mr. Feyla?Why couldn't he be here? This is his bedroom after all.I could use a hug.But there's nothing I can do but hug. I was shocked when I walked in and saw Steve on his knees in front of Butch. Steve was 6'6", athletically thin with blond hair and green eyes, he was probably in his mid-20's and I thought he was in grad school. Butch was 6'6" as well and was huge with muscles rippling everywhere. He competed in weightlifting competitions and worked at the gym on the side. His red hair was fiery and he had blue eyes. He also had red pubic hair.Steve was sucking Butch hard, taking long strokes with his mouth and. I kissed on her ass and on her wet panty, then gave a light bite on her pussy she shouted uhuuuuuuuu, finaly I put one finger over his lips. Then slowly I put my other finger in her pussy, her pussy was very tight.I told her: your pussy is so tight?She said: not found someone like you to tear it!I said: So now become my mistress and now I will give you power chodon Daily!(Friends, it was not my intention, I was just doing her warm words and speaking)Then she removed my clothes and started.