I was going to fuck her like my little rag doll fuck toy and use her like a mindless whore whose only purpose in life was to please me. There would be...no soft, gentle entries into any of her eager and wanton openings. Every entry into her soft yielding body would be powerful and with blatant disregard for anything but our mutual pleasure. She had not yet told me but I knew she was ready for me to take her both powerfully and roughly. I knew she did not want me to hit her or physically cause her. "What?" Shelly and I said in unison."Are you saying that she prefers being me?" I waved my hands around inthe air in circles. "That she'd rather be a guy, in a world that's nothers, than here in her own life?"Jackson rubbed at his face. "I think it's because of your mom, Charlie.On the other side, your mom is still alive."Shelly sighed. "Yeah, I can believe that." She gave me a sympatheticlook. "Josie and I met Charlie at an orientation retreat. The cheercoaches invited all the incoming. I frown as well and drop my leg from the dash to climb out. He grabs my arm to help me and halls me to the front of the car and forces me to lean over the hood. My skirt has fallen down where it should be and is just barely covering my ass. The officer runs his hands down my sides and back then moves down to my hips and legs. This feels so good to me I start to purr. His hands run down my legs and then up on the inside. His fingers run over my pussy feeling how wet I am and then suddenly. So he wasn’t so sure of himself? It made me feel a little more relaxed somehow. Then he dropped his bombshell: “Miranda will suck it out.” What!?! Until a few minutes ago the thought of girl-on-girl had never turned me on particularly. It didn’t turn me off, but I had simply never considered it and it had definitely never featured in any of my fantasies. Still, that moment burned in me, a newly lit flame, and no way was I going to refuse. I looked at Miranda and realised that her immobility.