My Mother was an executive with a large cosmetics company and was onthe road 15 to 20 days out of the month. She was always dressedbusiness like and h...r job was very demanding of her time. She neverobjected to Mrs. Brown's methods of correcting a young boys behaviorwhich meant I had no alias which made me obedient and submissive toboth women.My best friend was a girl named Carol Baker. She was our nabour, shealways intrigued me because she was what you'd call a girly girl. Shealways wore. After a few weeks that fantasy ran its course and we didn't talk about it for a while. Fast forward to another party several months later. It was a pretty big crowd. We were having a nice time. Then I saw the k**, Mark. I managed to make my way over to him. I had known him since he was around 8 years old. We started talking about where he was looking at colleges, etc. The whole time my heart was racing, I felt my face getting flushed and I could feel myself getting wet. It was all I could do to. Sue shrugged , smiled and nodded. The head of my cock slipped between Margaret's ruby lips, almost identical to the (more) familiar mouth of my girlfriend, but it was all relative as this was only the fourth blow job of my life! Margaret's big tits swung and came into contact with my thighs. Her nipples were as stony-hard as her sisters, but bigger. I couldn't help it, my hand curved round her ass, the perfect heart shaped ass crammed into these cut off Karman Ghia jeans. Cupping the firm. " We are having Ms. Foster to come over and give you the test."Ten minutes later Ms. Foster was breaking the bad news to all of us."I can not give John the regular Gingerman test." Why not?" I asked."To find out the truth. The person taking the test must not know why he is taking the test. Some boys think they are sissyboys, but the truth is, they are not. The test will tell the truth and some of them will cheat. I know John won't cheat, but this is a very important step in his life. So we need.