This was in the late 1960’s, so the Vietnam War and the draft were still real threats for boys my age. I knew I needed the college exemption, so I d...cided to study my favorite hobby—music. My second choice was architecture, but I wasn’t much of a student and was concerned I’d flunk out and end up drafted and up to my butt in rice paddies. I had a low number in the draft lottery, so the possibility was real.”“Watch it, Greg. I’m a former marine, you know,” Ken proudly announced.“Thanks for your. ”“Me, too, Patty. I love being with you. You’re so much more fun than the kids from school or grandma and grandpa,” I replied.Patty kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear as we continued to spin round and round on the ride, “Sonny. you‘re such a hunk. Being with you like this is getting me so freaking horny. I can‘t stand it.”Then she asked breathlessly in a deep sexy voice, ”Are you getting as turned on as I am Honey?”As Patty said those words to me, I didn’t even think about it. I. "Oh! Gosh! That must be Rachel."Richard nodded."She was beautiful." Doesn't do her justice," said Sharon bringing in the coffee. "It only hints at her radiance. She shone."She plonked down a tray with two mugs of coffee a jug of milk and a bowl of sugar."Biscuits?" she asked."No thanks," said Deborah.Richard shook his head."Right! Well, I'll be getting on with me work. Whistle if you want anything." She suddenly realised what she had said and blushing furiously fled from the room."What was that. With a savage pelvic thrust that threatened to dislodgeher benefactrix, Jeff's ultra feminized body subjugated themaleness of her libido as a careening cascade of orgasms gushedand rippled outwards from the clitoral epicenter of her being -one orgasmic tsunami-like doppelganger following immediatelyupon the heels of its' predecessor. "So, kiddo!" Mary tentatively intoned after she had allowed anappreciable amount of time for Jeff to savor the warm fuzzes ofher very first post-orgasmic.