That I had this valuable talent, to make her cum and give her so much pleasure.After that she made me a real breakfast, then insisted I take a good sh...wer and "get that pussy juice off your face so your mama won't know our secret.." For the rest of the week I felt like I was flying. Every thought of that visit with her produced a cast iron boner which I had to stop for and beat off. She occupied my every thought. In the back of my mind were some questions about her turning me into a girl. Their friendship soon developed through their mutual interest in golf, usually a mid-week round of 9 holes at the local club.Returning to the clubhouse one afternoon they passed the captain of the club’s Ladies Section. The two nodded courteously at the buxom woman but made no attempt to get involved in conversation. “Miserable old dyke,” whispered Prudence when the captain was out of earshot.”“How d’you know that?” Jacqui asked.“Well, she doesn’t wear a wedding ring, she never brings a male. “I was talking about this with my friend, Cynthia. We had a bit of heart to heart earlier. It’s why I’m…” she gestured to herself, “like this!” I didn’t know if she referring to how she was dressed, or the fact that she’d drunk the best part of a bottle of wine.“Cynth seems to attract men so easily, with all those lovely curves she’s got. ‘Catherine,’ she told me, ‘you just need a jolly good rogering. Keep your eyes open, and don’t let the next opportunity pass you by’.”This conversation had. John frowned and brought a heavy hand down on her bottom with a loud SLAP! And said in a stern tone."You know I expect you to hold still, girl. Do not make me add to your punishment!"Julia yelped and brought her wiggling under control with considerable effort. Then managed to meekly reply."I'm sorry, sir, it stings so badly."John picked up the hairbrush and patted Julia's tender bottom a few times, warning her of what's to come as he said. "It is meant to sting, young lady! Perhaps in the.