I rubbed her clit and felt her shake, I heard her panting, but I didn’t see her cum fly out. So I kept rubbing, dipping my finger in her hole, and r...bbing some more.Eventually Tracey said, “Stop. Please stop. I’ve had enough. I just can’t have another orgasm. I’ll just die.”Another orgasm! How could that be? Her hole got really wet but nothing squirted out.Tracey saw the confused look on my face and said, “Girls are different from boys.”No shit I could figure that out for myself. In fact I was. " No, Susan!" I replied automatically."This is the last time," Susan whined. "I promise." It was the last time with Michelle! It was the last time, the last dozen times. I should never have told you about the Institute test!" I can't believe I've been wrong every time," she complained. "It's so unfair!" Look at who you keep comparing yourself to," I said. "Which one is it this time?" Her," Susan said pointing."Jennifer Gottos! Those aren't tits; they're landmarks!" I told her."It could be a. “Sounds great!” the Wrens were excited about being out on the town as girls, even Doris was excited.“Sounds shit!” the lads lamented.“Oh fucking grow up you lot. It’s just sex! We’re four transvestites and you’re four men; what do you think you’re going to do; live happy ever after?” Michele snapped.The others looked hurt but Michele was right; their days spent as full time lovers were past. The illusion of the four young men with their four young women would dissolve tomorrow when the Wrens. Robert took his time, stretching his orgasm out as long as he could. This time was even better for him. When they finished, Suzanne suddenly started to laugh. ‘You know, we didn’t even say hello to each other.’ That night, after another round of sex, Suzanne lay across Robert’s lap. He took his time to enjoy the sight of Suzanne’s bottom. He studied the marks remaining from her strapping a few days before, and gently ran his hand across her bottom cheeks. Suzanne enjoyed the feel of Robert’s.