Her jawdropped when he said it was the third night in a row that that hadhappened, and that it had never happened before, even when theywere first mar...ied. Carrie said she still couldn't believe Traciwas a lesbian. That night at supper he felt more like talking, and said hecouldn't believe how everyone was accepting the new him. He said itwas as if Paul had quit and Rebecca had taken his place. Tracisaid that was nice, in an icy tone. This wasn't going like shethought it would. After supper. Sure, the physical pleasure is great, but it’s the mental rush from that feeling of power as you place your hand on the back of her head that really gets a guy going.But who really has the power in that situation? How many men have promised the earth as long as she keeps on sucking?The orgasm she coaxed out of me certainly did scramble my senses—but not nearly as much as she’d bragged it would. I still had enough about me to pick her up, carry her to the bed and set to work.The thing a lot of. Myimprisoned penis tried to steer inside its confinement, but the dullspikes pressed against the supersensitive skin of its head and I moanedquietly in discomfort, eliciting the quiet laugh from behind me, makingme turn even redder.The last session of the morning has finally and mercifully ended. Westarted to make our way out of the auditorium, and I had the first chanceto look at my discoverer. Gorgeous figure, tight blouse wrapping itselfintimately around her perfect C cups, above-knee pencil. "I'm going through puberty for the second time. I have no breasts and no figure, but I have every urge and need I ever had as Robin Wallace, without a body that can provide for it. Angela is a stick figure with a flat chest and peach fuzz. Robin had to have a Brazilian wax every few weeks, or it looked like Jungle Habitat down there."I don't even have the body of a normal fourteen year old. I look ten. My body is like ten, and I have boys who ride the school bus with me with larger breasts than.