I kissed her. It was morning. Her mouth needed cleaning. Valentine blushed at the mere sight of my penis. She got really red. Laughing, she covered he... face with both hands. Her rounded eyes peered through her fingers. She bent her fingers and placed the tips of them over her mouth. Miss Gifford directed a girl to cross the stage. I had laid down on the stage, for my role in The Lottery, the spring school play. The girl objected, however, because she had to step over me and she was wearing a. She took my cock in her rear without complaint and while I was busy fucking into her from behind, she would be busy with both her hands. One vigourously fingering her clit and the other reaching between her legs to cup my balls.We would work hard to try and cum together, we usually succeeded. She would call out "Yes!" "Yes!" getting louder and more insistent as she approached her own self-induced climax. This was the signal for me to let go into her rear, and I did, enjoying emptying my balls. I've taken the liberty of sending you the unwashed panties.Pete told me to tell you to stuff them in your mouth when you receivethem. If you first lubricate them with your saliva, you should be able totaste Pete's spilled cum the same way I did. I hope you will do this forme, because I want you to explore these immense feelings, even thoughsuch a great distance lies between us.Well, you can imagine that things moved quickly after that. Soon Pete wasrequiring me to dress as a woman at all times. I counted to three...one...two...go!I ran out from between the houses. Heart beating in my ears. Crossed the lawn, into the street. Doing good. Feet on cement. Flap flap flap. Half way across the street. A screech to my right. I stop, instinctive. A car rounding the corner. Fast. It's lights closing in. A deer in the headlights! Move feet, move! Too slow! It's lights on me. Spotlight, naked flesh, star attraction, sperm running down her leg. Run! Running. The curb, the sidewalk, grass between.