While ... while ... he was screwing her."I felt a cold stream run through me as he told me what he had seen. It couldn't be. She wouldn't ... would sh...?" Are you sure it was her?" Yeah ... positive. There's no other redhead on this campus that looks anything like her. I'm sure." And Monte Belland, the asshole frat boy ... she was screwing him?" Yeah... 'fraid so." You're absolutely sure about this?"He nodded, reluctant to look me in the eye. I knew Pat. He wasn't a practical joker and he. She didn't even touch my clit. I came from her fucking my pussy.I sat on the bed, blindfolded, sipping white wine. She gave me white wine because it was more girly, more feminine. God help me, I did feel so feminine. And fuckable. I wanted more from her. She had gone to answer the door. But she had touched up my lipstick and blindfolded me first. Carefully, with the strap running under my pretty blue hair. She said she wanted my pretty blue hair free to flow with my movements. I thought I might. Stay inside the law, daddy taught me. Well apart from speedingtickets and parking fines and skidding around the tax system and, well, allthose little, sort of don?t-quite-count laws that seem just to be in the waywhen you run your own business. And mummy was very clear that nice girls arethere to be good, supportive, wives and it just wasn?t nice to ask your manabout what he got up to when you weren?t around. Nor was it nice to cause yourman unnecessary stress by letting him find out what you. " Ew!?" Babs and Becky chorused."Try it," the Vix told them. "You'll like!"Like. Lick. Vertigo had the better of me. If not for the two humans and the Vix, I couldn't have walked out of the neighborhood medical facility. As it was, they had their hands full guiding me back home a mere two blocks from the clinic. The medical staff explained it to me; for the next few days I'd have to get used to being more grown than before. I did remember being clumsy as a child when my puberty growth spurt.