I begin slowly at first, then getting faster and faster. You scream as you cum, you push your arse back into my face. I can feel you tighten around my...tongue. I push a little harder, but it’s as deep as I can go, your body shudders uncontrollably. “More I want more,” you whisper breathlessly. Your face is flushed; your eyes have glazed over slightly. In one swift movement I spin you over onto your back, your erect nipples jut proudly from your firm and perfectly rounded breasts. I run my. ... I was a girl.I dont know what I would have done if Anne and Jill and John hadn't camebursting into my room at that point, and John asked "You okay, dude?" No. I'm not. I'm not okay. Cause I'm not a dude. I'm a freaking girl!"There was a shocked silence for a moment, and then he said, "Yeah. I .. Ithink you are." It ... makes sense," Jill said.Anne sat on my bed, and hugged me. "It will be okay. I always wanted ababy sister."And so the longest, and strangest journey began for me.John was. I've known them for years, and yes, they were truly my friends. Yesterday morning, Natalie came to me before work started with tears in her eyes. She looked like she had cried all night. She was totally distraught with her face a crimson blush. She started babbling trying to tell me of her distress, but I couldn't understand her. I got her to slow down and start over, telling me what the problem was."It's Jason," she began. "He was playing poker at a crooked table and lost heavily. The gang. He had suffered terrible physical abuse by the time he arrived at our foster home.He was a wild child who was always in trouble and Mum was often at her wit’s end with him. From mid-teens he was into gangs and drugs, but after a few brushes with the law he seemed to have settled and at that time had a job as a car mechanic.However, his major problem was his temper, which got him into further trouble, mainly after drinking too much.Gina was twelve when she arrived, but quickly made it clear she.