This time, the girls stripped each other naked and just swung from the uneven bars without any lead up. It took me a few moments to realise to notice...that there were only four of them. As I was wondering where the fifth one was, I felt something hard hit the back of my head and I blacked out.As consciousness slowly returned, I heard the girls whispering to each other. One of them said "Who's going to go first?" . Another replied "This was my idea, I will when he wakes up." OK, fair. ‘Sweet Jesus!’ Janine squealed, pumping more girl-cum onto Torrie’s face. The submissive was beginning to feel almost bloated with the amount of girl-sauce she had consumed, but she still wanted more. Isabel looked at Rachel. ‘Would you be a dear and lie down on the ground?’ she asked of the black-skinned goddess. As Rachel lay down quite leisurely and propped her head up with a pillow, Isabel shoved Torrie onto her stomach, her face landing in Rachel’s crotch. ‘Start eating!’ she commanded.. Henry slept, unaware of the struggle between rectum, and gravitational pull.Henry stood 5’2” tall on his bare feet. He weighed a startling 102 pounds, the least of any 10th grader at Bethesda-Chevy Chase High School. He wasn’t a practicing queer, though he looked like one, with unruly blonde hair, braces, and a girl’s soft features. Add in his miniature penis, which every boy in gym class had seen and snickered about, and well, he might as well be queer. He’d be appalled at how many of his. The images and the magic from today are extremely vivid in my mind, as well. I’ll see you Monday, my darling, my beloved…my friend….my lover!!! Yours, Kat” On Sunday afternoon, with Friday still very much on my mind, I emailed my Cyrano again: “Good afternoon, sweet. I did some housework – the whole time wishing you were here – but then again, if you were here, I would be in a sheer teddy, not in my worn-out house-cleaning jeans and t-shirt, and we’d be doing something a whole lot more fun.