The first thing I tried was to access my email. I thought, maybe if Icould get to that mystic email again I could change things back? Whoknew?I soon f...und out that not only did my email not exist; apparently my oldself didn't exist at all either. I couldn't find any reference to mymale self anywhere! It took me about an hour before I stopped looking. Ithen decided to write this diary and catalog my journey; maybe someonewould read it and know something about that site.Wednesday, March 7th, 2007. Then as if prearranged Julie wrapped her hand around Ben’s erection and Irena wrapped a hand around mine. They both slid a softly closed hand along just the tip of our erections. A much softer hand, wonderful after a tightly clenched male hand. I was almost embarrassed at the noise I made as I had a massive orgasm as I watch my lady bring Ben off. His erect cock really is awesome, flaunting it for three people, as he blows with his hands on his hips. I will let my lady Julie take up the story. She was amazed at the amount of precum that he was producing, and of just how slippery it was. She knew from her own past experience that precum was slippery and she knew why, but her father’s seemed to be more slippery than others. It only took a minute for her to cover the entire bulbous head of his cock, leaving it glistening and slick, and then she started to spread the slippery stuff down his shaft as well. In a matter of minutes she had spread his slippery fluid down and around the entire. I knew I wouldn't need tests where I was going pornography,Internet bestiality videos perhaps if I was lucky I would end up some villainsslave. An exhausted sleep, but one without dreams. When you live yourdreams why dream them. For school the next day I found my knee length skirt my clean sensible shoesand a new shirt. I know there isn't anything in the school rules about commingto school in a shirt soaked in horse cum, but they wouldn't understand. I cleaned the cum off my teeth after.