It felt like someone was fucking me with a softball and my spasming pussy was welcoming every minute of it.Before I knew I collapsed on him and shudde...ed in a long overdue vaginal orgasm. My well-hidden cock lurched inside of my corset, spilling its seed into the condom.Revealing in the afterglow of the delicious orgasm, I just relaxed for a moment.“Umm, if you untied me, I could help” He whispered.Giggling to myself in a wave of euphoria, I continued to work my hips grinding him hard, trying. What we don't want is a repeat of the Sandi Shaw, 'Puppet on a String' debacle. No winning. No thank you. Much better to study the glorious ignominy of Jemini's 2003 entry, 'Cry Baby' with its spectacular 'nul points'. Remember England Expects (and Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland are looking on in disapproval) so strap on a pair of comedy breasts and your sexiest writing pussy and let's show Johnny Foreigner what for. Tally ho. Yours sneeringly safe in the knowledge that you are just some. Bernadette and I were secreted away whilst Nicholas, my other hermaphrodite 'son' was kept well protected and anonymous at Miss Lane's academy. It would have been foolhardy for myself and Bernadette to have gone to such pains to remain anonymous without ensuring Nicholas's safety. Margaret next contacted Miss Lane and Miss Green's secret networks of 'old school girls' who quickly set in motion a campaign to discredit the cult. Eventually their efforts caused the cult to self-destruct by. "I've been trying to get her to wear a bikini for years," she sighed. "She just won't do it." Women with a few miles on them are afraid the ravages of time will be exposed if they wear a bikini," I explained."What ravages? You saw her last night. She's gorgeous." Yes, but women never think they're gorgeous," I said. "Do you think you're exceptionally pretty?" No." Well there you go. You are, and I think my behavior around you supports that position quite well. But you don't believe it because.