The guys went behind the stage to change, obviously and me and my girlfriend started to walk away together.She grabbed my hand as we walked and said, ...��You know you got those guys beat right?”I looked at her and smiled.“Just think, if we didn’t have sex for this full week and you wouldn’t get the urge to use your hand, we could visit again and you could enter and show them who really is the man!” My girlfriend said as she looked up to me, squeezed my hand harder and smiled that devilish smile. Helen was in her early twenties and in her first teaching job. Tall, slim and as you would expect, extremely fit, Helen was loved by the girls who seemed to relate better to someone nearer their age than most of the other teachers. Helen didn't fall short in the looks stakes either and was regularly hit on by most of the single fathers and teachers as well as some of the married ones. When we first worked together she put an understandable barrier up but once she realised that I was only. .. I don'tknow," I said. "Growing up, I wore my sister's stuff. There were nouniforms. But this time, I bought the maid's dress. It's complicated. Ithink being a sissy is about submission. I think being transgender isabout wanting to be a woman. So I don't label what I am. When I readstories, I like the sissy ones best. If you think that the key to asissy is submissiveness, well, I guess I'm a sissy. Maybe I'm both."She looked at me. She nodded." I'll help you, Becky, if I can," she said. " I. "Unh! I'm sorry. It just feels so good.", he managed to say in between grunts.I continued to pump out the remainder of his cum while he laid on the blanket. "That's a lot of jizz." I said, still holding on to his flesh-stick. "It's hot and it tastes pretty good."As Russ laid back breathing deeply, I couldn't help myself. I leaned forward and took as much of his cock into my mouth and sucked until I could manage to squeeze more cum from his balls. Russ flinched and groaned as I sucked on his.