The taste of her futa-cum suddenly grew salty and strong in Chris's mouth as she remembered sucking and worshiping the big dick. She dashed to join Mi...u, standing behind her.Another guy, swapped into a girl's body, writhed on the toilet, the ghost on his lap. It was the same hideous spirit. There were angry, red welts around her throat like she had been strangled or hung. The white paint coating her face had run off revealing bloated, gray skin beneath. Her hair was wild. A ball of blue,. I changed the order then rummaged through my bag for the precious tape and laid it on the table. She listened in deathly silence as the tape revealed her brother's childhood torment and then she remained staring at the table for several minutes before speaking again. "How did he- I mean she, lose her hand?" "It was in the children's home. The bullies used to frighten the vulnerable ones by making them lie down on a railway line going past the home. Beverly's transvestism was a wonderful. Outside I could hear the football team doing squats, but inside the school was almost completely deserted. By 5:00, when the library finally kicked me out, the halls were dark and the field outside was quiet. I went to my locker, on the second floor, across from the boys' locker room. I could still hear the shower running and one or two voices coming from within, so I knew that I was not the last one in the school. I opened my locker and slowly began putting my books away. My mind was still. "Use these clothes to raise and cover the rope."That was a great idea!Greg and I put several layers of clothes on the floor, put the rope on it, and covered the rope with more clothes. The other end of the rope was gripped in a vice in the garage."Okay, be Jessica," I said.Greg walked with one hand on his hip and another behind his head just like a stuck up cheerleader. I laughed. He stepped onto the clothes pile and I gave the rope a yank from my hiding spot where Jessica wouldn't spot me. I.