Give my love to Aisling”. Davina hung up as Aisling finally pushed herself up from the arm of the sofa. “Jesus what have you done to me, I think m... insides are going to drop out.” She suddenly ran towards the downstairs toilet. As the door slammed shut I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. What a day. When Aisling finally emerged from the toilet I led her upstairs to the bedroom, and we crawled into the bed. Aisling made a face when she felt the damp patch where a mix of Davina’s pussy juice. The conversation soon came round to her marks, Dan asking if she would be fit enough for the coming weekend, all eyes turning to Gaye who stood, by now a little unsteadily and fumbled with her dress zip, muttering “you judge, your my master…” Dave rising to help her, a tent forming in his trousers as he lifted the dress from her body. she had on just a scanty thong. The welts had eased though that right breast and one or two other spots hit by the tip of the lash, still had faint marks, and. Her sex was gone! But it wasn't gone. It was changing. As the outer skin smoothed down, Ziega's clit began to grow. She felt churning in her gut like something was trying to burrow out of her vanished vagina. Her clit was still growing, retaining a distinct shape but swelling in size. It was already longer than a finger and twice as thick. Ziega could only watch in horror as the new appendage continued to get bigger and bigger while the burrowing sensation in her gut reached the loose, silky. Most rockers tended to have long hair, many of them itseemed never washed it; almost all were dressed inleather clothing, even the girls. Both groups normally kept apart; although there wereclashes, these clashes soon became more frequent. Bothsides set up clubs, or gangs, and would often set offfor the seaside; or other places of interest atweekends and bank holidays. Timmy and I howeverbelonged to no such clubs or gangs; just preferring todo our own thing, and go wherever we wanted; there.