His hands were buried in Tatty's T-shirt. "Bite the tip!" Tatty screamed. Cindee got closer, so close. Those full pink lips parted and i swear i felt ...er hot breath on my cockhead. "Bitch!" Tatiana scolded her. "Suck him off!"Cindee, the shy, Iowa good girl, smiled demurely up at me, those full, pouty lips just a quarter-inch away from my dripping tip. Then, slowly, she parted those perfect white teeth, stuck out the tip of her pink, perfect tongue, which was surprisingly long, and she gently,. I milled about and ran into a nice guy I know, Mark I think his name was, leaning alone on a wall and not wearing a costume. Instead he was wearing his thick rimmed glasses and an orange shirt and green sweat pants. We share a science class and he's not real talkative, but knows his stuff so me and a some others use him as a study and lab partner. "Hey Mark," I said loudly over the dance music. "Are you a pumpkin?" I joked."What?," he asked not really loud enough to hear. He said something. ..Mr. Thomson" he grunted.I remember looking up and kissing the tip of his penis, and I remember the taste, the smell, and it was the most overwhelming experience of my life. As I licked my way up and down his shaft I realized that this was what I was meant to do. I enjoyed every square inch with my tongue. As the tip entered my mouth, I instantly felt full. He was not moving at all, only allowing me to bob in and out slowly , trying to take as much as I could in. I placed my hands on his. There was clearly an element to everything thathad been going on between us that was making me not only younger but morefeminine. The painted toes, the shaved legs, the Bobbie socks, the cami,the blouse, the cute shorts and top set - these were all making me feeland look girlish. I knew that I was going along partly to make Pamhappy, and partly because I enjoyed it. But why did SHE want that? Imean, making me feel and look feminine didn't exactly have to do with mebeing mothered by her, did.