For Janice clothing was the essence of feminine sensuality and was an essential part of her sexuality. I have never since seen any woman, with so much...and so many different kinds of feminine lingerie, as Janice had.It was not unusual for me, at times to see some of Janice's feminine underwear. At home, I had for years been doing everyone's laundry. I thought nothing of helping Janice do their laundry.But with puberty raging in my loins, it didn't take long, for me, to bring her lingerie, into. Before I knew it, they were dragging me off to the kitchen to talk all about it. So all of us; Me, Mom, Susan, Joan, Justine, Natalie, Beth, and Anne sat around the counter, each talking about our first time, while Mom made tea and sandwiches.They wanted to know all the details. I was totally embarrassed, but they got them out of me. They were sympathetic when I said how much it had hurt at first. Several of the others said their first time had hurt too. When I'd told them he'd made me pass. I came once more, gasping and shaking with pleasure. It did not stop there. He removed his wet, slick fingers from my pussy and brushed them down toward my anus. He brushed over my asshole with his index finger, circling around it, and teasing it. As he was doing this, his piercing eyes watched my reaction closely. “Mm…” This felt good to me. I was looking forward to what he going to do next. I wanted him to be in complete control. So far, he was doing well. Without warning, he stuck one finger. An intense pain wracked hisbody; he cried out and grabbed the sofa to try and steady himself. Thetowel fell away revealing is bare body to the cold night air. It didlittle to help as burning heat spread through his veins. Sweat pouredout of his skin as he tried to stay standing. A dull, tugging sensationin his hands grabbed his attention. Lifting a hand to eye level hewatched as it began to shrink before his own eyes. The digits becamethinner, slimmer as his nails stretched out. The aches and.