“Okay, fine, you win. I give up.” She got a cute little pout on her face and said, “Awww, already? But I was just getting started.” I laughed ... little and pushed her down on the bed, face first. “Well, guess what? You get a spanking now for being a bad little Spartan and killing me so much!” I smacked her soft, round ass lightly and she yelped a little. “H-hey! No fair! You can't spank me!” I spanked her ass again, a little harder this time, and said, “Well, I just DID, didn't I?” She quickly. She indulged me in this, lifting a leg to ease the passage of my fingers into her clammy pussy.She helped me off with my shirt and taking hold of my now hard cock, began to wank me. She sat down in front of me and then I had the pleasure of feeling her lips go around the head of my penis. She lubricated me with a lot of spit. Then she withdrew my cock from her mouth and in one deft yank pulled the tight foreskin over the cock head – the sensation was mind blowing – as she let her lips run. Our lives as males were nothing more then nebulous memories, or were they daydreams? We were such a sight to see. Our figures had finally evened out to those of grown women. We were very petite and slender women but you could see that we were women and not just girls. Our breasts were tiny and our figures were still so skinny, we couldn't be more then a hundred and twenty pounds. We wanted to be big and fat and pretty just like Mistress Elizabeth. Our faces looked like angels with the cosmetics. She had long dark-brown hair and brown-green eyes, with a tanned-pale complexion. She was dressed in what looked like black conservative clothes, reminding him of Gothic girls from his old school.She smiled and looked at him.Peter: Hi. Mind if I join you here at the back?The girl smiled at him. She then introduced herself.Miranda: My name's Miranda and you are Peter.She extended her right hand towards him. He shook it.Miranda was patting at the table of the empty desk next to hers.Miranda:.