I feel your hand on the back of my leg, rubbing, stroking and gripping as I hit the right spot. You work your hand up towards my arse and start to squ...eze. I continue to lick and kiss your pussy as I feel your tongue brush against my dick. I try not to flinch from the unexpected contact, but I can’t help it. The warm wetness of your tongue has always set my nerve endings tingling! I can feel your head moving again and your hand slipping away from my arse as you re-position yourself to take my. I went in and found another door. Through that was another changing room. I was a bit puzzled when I opened another door. It was back to the corridor and had a 'boys' sign on it.I was trying to workout what the set-up was as I walked back to the girl's changing room when I saw a notice board. There was a timetable for the use of the changing rooms, and the shared shower room. Not at the same time (English schools aren't at all liberated). The boys and girls used it alternatively with a used. There's only so much you can do with Kleenex. Since my sister andthe other girls were obsessed with dating, I was left behind sociallytoo. Not that I didn't want to have a boyfriend to take me to the moviesand buy me ice cream sodas at the drug store, but I couldn't take thechance of some boy putting his hand where it didn't belong and figuringout that he wasn't on third base. The school year dragged by and I wasrelieved when we graduated, but that also meant the time for me to choosemy gender. He’d have lots of tough buddies all around to support and protect him. He was in the very best of hands. Brande talked on and on, not only about her brother but also her parents and other friends in her life, never once letting go of my hand. I was very pleased that she also told me the fascinating story of how she ended up on the pages of Playboy. And then as Playmate of the Year 2001! It seemed like time stood still, and we must have talked for nearly an hour. At the end, Brande was smiling.