Ididn't actually know the guy, but it felt good to be held. I calmed downa little. He asked me what was wrong and so I told him that I justcouldn't' s...and it - stand being in the men's locker room, wearing men'sclothes, or dressing with men. He petted my hair and said he hadwondered about my gender identity.But he got me to my feet and told me that even if the town isn't superprogressive, the college Is - and so is their gym. Greg offered to go upto the front desk with me and get the gender on. Devers cautioned. "Lots did happen, here and outside the school, so even I don't know the full story. I'm not sure anyone does. We'll probably never know."She sounded a little wistful, like her mind was someplace else."You miss her," I blurted out.She sort of stiffened, and nodded, all with me again. "Of course I do. So do you. So does the school." Yes'm. And I know what she would have done with Dolph. She would've gone eye to eye with that ass ... that idiot." Don't you try that!"I gave a. " "Because I feel like it. It gets my pussy wet. Smell." She shoved my face into her steaming, wet cunt. Her pussy smelled really rank and excited. Another slap. Then pulling my hair. "Eat me, you little whore!" I proceeded to eat her cunt for about an hour and a half. Frieda slapping me whenever the mood struck her. Which was quite often. "Yeeeeahhhhh. Suck my cunt, you bitch. Suck it! Suck it! Suck your Momma!!!" She was very passionate and had several long cums, squeezing my head, pulling my. "How do you like my tits?" I proudly inquired, noticing that my turgid nipples resembled fresh strawberries.Still mute, Hank thrust his face between my heaving jugs and clasped them to his cheeks. While he was doing this, I grabbed his stiff cock and began pulling it toward my fuck-hungry cunt."Do it to me, Hank!" I implored. "Fuck me while you're eating my tits!"As I slid down on my back, Hank worked his way between my legs. Right away the head of his prick rubbed against my ultra-sensitive.