I was getting noticeably wet. Soon my stomach muscles were clenching rhythmically, squeezing the breath out of me, and with each exhalation I could fe...l my vocal cords vibrating in a low-pitched growl. I was having to open my mouth to gulp in more air. Through my bra I could feel my shirt brushing against my already hard nipples, sending pulses of pleasure flashing through every fibre in my body. I was having to fight to control my hands so as to control Holly. I was close, and getting closer;. I even arched my back, which pushed my butt up and back and exposed my hairy pussy more. A few of the strokes contacted my pussy lips and one hit my swollen clit. It hurt like hell, but I needed to be punished by them. I needed to obey.“My God! You weren’t kidding. That’s the hairiest crotch I ever saw, on a woman or man!” Who said that? There was a new voice in the room. Laughter ensued, but it wasn’t one of the girls who said that. I turned back to my left and right, but whoever it was stood. I dug out my brush and sat back down on the bed so I could start working on my hair.“You should know that I’ve seen the memo from Miss Webster about you. Also I have a copy of that information from your father about Lambrecht’s Syndrome that I’ve read and put into your file. If you have any problems at school, or you want to talk to someone, please don’t hesitate to come and see me.”“Oh thanks!” I kept brushing my hair. She wanted me to talk to her but I couldn’t even remember her name. Most. When I sat up, Paulette made a noise and sat up beside me, rubbing her eyes. I thought Mom was going to have a stroke when she saw my sister, but I think it was mostly relief that Paulette hadn't been kidnapped or something."Jeremy sat silent for a couple of minutes, and Jeff just waited, before Jeremy went on. "It continued for several years until I became a teenager. Mom sat her down and had a talk with her. Paulette, of course, later told me everything Mom said, but basically, Mom just tried.