Her hand slipped inside her knickers and I caught sight of a line of blonde hairs as she wriggled to give her the room to stroke herself. "And what we...e you thinking about, when you touched yourself?" I asked.Her eyes were closed now, it was almost like I wasn't there and this was all a dream to her. "I wondered how it would feel to have you touch me," she whispered so quietly that I had to strain to hear her.God that was just what I wanted to hear! "And what are you thinking about now," I. I couldn't get this image out of my head, me on my knees starring at a circular hole in the dirty cubicle wall, when suddenly, a large erect cock pokes into the hole. Its pulsing thick shaft, its swollen purple head oozing pre-cum, and it's eager owner gently thrusting, pushing it in my direction. I would lean my head to within inches of the member, my panting warm breath causing the cock to flinch. Just as my lips parted on the head of this cock, I'd break out of this fantasy to find myself. There is no wayyou should have ever pretended to be a man."The words stabbed somewhat at Veronica's failing maleness, but mostly,she took pride in them. She continued for what felt like forever whileSam muttered encouragement between his own masculine moans. Veronicafound herself occasionally uttering small, feminine squeaks and coos,nothing even comparable to the masculine energy being exuded by herconqueror. Suddenly, she felt Sam tense and he pushed her away; a singlestand of spit and precum. Start of the new semester meant some changes, now I had the choice between basketball, wrestling or swimming, two were contact sports, though I had grown a bit, I was still too small to compete in the first two, so I picked swimming. I actually loved the water, so it was a moot point that I wasn’t big enough. That wouldn’t start till the second week back though, since we had to get permission slips signed before we could start.Other than that, classes were just starting new chapters of subjects.