Not like I kept on tweeting "please come over sometime, Ian!" to his Twitter. C'mon on, there was this whole "Fan Code" to keep. I so didn't want to b... on his "bad fans to steer clear of" list. I hardly tweeted him anyway. But I did read his tweets. Suddenly the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting any company. It would probably be another salesman. Or Girl Scout selling cookies.Now if it was a Boy Scout selling cookies... that would be a whole different matter entirely.I got up from my bed to. Gibril, Essa, and Boto all got naked. Then they ripped off Kristian’s clothing. “Look at that pretty round ass,” remarked Stf Sgt Sowe.“Built just like a bitch,” added Gibril.“I’m fucking that ass first,” claimed the engaged Essa Kinte.“Suck these dicks, sissy,” demanded Boto.Kristian’s heart-shaped pink lips quivered. He opened his mouth. His slanted, coal-black eyes watered. He grabbed the dicks belonging to the tallest one and the one in charge. He put the other’s cock down his throat. He. "Well! Well!" giggled Dot, "What have we got here then?" Another ex pupil of Miss Lanes Academy. Look Margaret."Jane had suddenly recognised Margaret and I felt her freeze with fear underneath me. They had not met the previous evening because Margaret had stayed with the centaurs on the pretext of checking some equipment. Jane's little organ wilted inside me as the shock made her sag. She tried to wriggle from under me but her feeble efforts were useless under the firm grip of my thighs. Her. I don't want tochange sex and am not what is called a "transsexual". However, I do needto allow the "Katy" side of me her own space and opportunity for self-expression." Both Dad and Mum looked relieved that they would not have tobehave as if everything were normal between us and we continued to talkabout "Katy" and her needs whilst we ate our meal.Over coffee I continued, "I have one more thing to tell you that mayshock you even more than my turning up here wearing a skirt. Not only amI a.