A roller-coaster took me through confusion, fear, pain, and envy. The image of Bethany sliding down Mark’s cock was playing on an endless loop in my...head. I wanted to talk to her about what it meant and how it felt, but Mark had been around and I didn’t want him to know I was worried about it.All morning I kept wondering if Mark secretly liked Bethany more now. Sure, he’d been mad last night, but he had smiled at her more this morning. I just knew it. And she had laughed and flirted the whole. ‘And what would that be?’ I ask with a Cheshire grin on my face. ‘You shit! Get over here and fuck me!’ ‘Gee, dear. I don’t know.’ ‘Asshole,’ you say as you turn and lay your head down on your arms on the desk. We are both laughing as I step forward and place one of my hands on your hips. My other hand presses on the small of your back to lean you forward again and open you up to me. I step forward and your wetness lets the wide head of my cock slide easily inside you. Your hips push back but I. A hand lands on her thigh; a slender hand with long, thin fingers and immaculate red varnish on her nails. Fingertips fiddle with the hem of her skirt. I watch her bosom rise and subside, watch as she nibbles nervously at her bottom lip. As she stares resolutely out of the window, her fingers slowly grip the hem of her skirt. She’s wearing her nerves on her sleeve as she inches the skirt higher up her thigh.Slowly, slowly the skirt rises. Agonisingly slowly, until deep black appears; the. "You disgusting cock sucking faggot pansy"screamed Mrs. Monet as she threw her pathetic stepson to the floor.Caroline apologetically said, "I am sorry, I'll be good" Rita respondedangrily and mocked her feminized stepson "I'll be good, I'll be good,that's all I hear from you! You had no problem milking yourself againstPhil's cock or humping my mother's shoe!"Mrs. Monet instructed her son to clean himself up and put on the finalknee high for milking. Caroline's sissy sack ached and urn to rest,.