She confessed everything to me — throwing herself on my mercy.She promised me that it was a one-time thing, that she had learned an awful lesson fro... it, and it would never happen again. She didn't try to lie to me, and she never tried to evade the responsibility for her actions.Call me a wimp, or a pussy-whipped husband or what you will; I forgave her, and put it behind me. It was a one-time thing, and was alcohol related — too much to drink and a known predator ready to pounce. I believe her. The few orgasms I’ve had never totally leaving me because of his continued onslaught, now boiling deep inside my being, and threatening to render me either dead or unconscious, also keeps my tears running down my face. Suddenly I feel a few fingers rammed up my ass, and that does it, my body explodes in what has got to be the most brain damaging body tremor ever recorded on a seismograph. The bastard gives me no time to recover, slides us both up on the bed, ramming his prick deep in me so. ”“I didn’t like you kissing him.”“Michael. I’d just been fucked, well and truly fucked, I’d had a mind blowing orgasm, it was the most natural thing in the world to kiss him.”“He was still inside you.”“Yes and I was fucking loving having him there, it had been the most intense feeling I’d ever had.”“Well he’s not coming round here again.”“Oh really?”“Yes really, you’re getting far too close to him.”“Let me remind you Michael of just who’s idea this was in the first place.”“I know, I know and. Well, maybe not. His feminine actions were now second nature to him. He wasn't exactly play acting anymore, a fact that the student body quite naturally picked up on. Now, even when he was dressed as Tony, most of the kids treated him like Toni. At first some of the guys made rude remarks but that stopped after a while. And his voice hadn't changed but he was putting on a little weight, but just in his chest and butt, which caused him to stop going swimming. It wasn't like the other boys.