Yes, she swallows. And I love it.So, we were getting along quite fine in my opinion. I'd made a few moves toward her pussy and she'd let me rub her on...the outside of her panties but, so far, not inside. I figured it was just a matter of time before I'd get her panties off but it hadn't happened yet.I was sixteen, just taking driver's ed but still without a license, when I was hitchhiking to Beth's one Saturday morning and a car pulled over, I ran up and saw it was Beth's mom."Hi, Stan, are you. Thank you, Jack. I love it." I'm glad," said Jack, his doubts about the corsage vanishing.Suzanne returned it to the box, explaining she would put it on once they got to the party, so as not to crush the fragile petals. She then donned a long, black velvet cape. Grabbing the florist box and her small evening bag, she slipped her arm through Jack's, and they were off.In the lobby of the hotel they checked their coats, and Suzanne swept into the ladies' room to pin on her corsage and give one. Some may call it effeminate, butwe call it graceful. I was so happy as a sissy. I had become what I was.And then it happened. The three jerks boarded the bus that day. Buttoday, they decided to take their harassment to a new level. Theyfollowed us off the bus that day all the way to our building. Just beforethey were let in, Jared explained the rules to them. They laughed andsaid sure... they always wanted to see the sissies prance around. One ofthe guys even asked if we all were cocksuckers? I. Pillows were suddenly weapons, each hit overdramatized as a critical blow until we fell laughing into a pile of arms and legs and tattered bedclothes. It was at this point that Chrissy got the brilliant idea to test a theory as to whether or not I was ticklish. I am. I squealed and squirmed and giggled, which inspired Chrissy to tickle me more until I was begging her to stop, pleading with her with her stop lest I wet her bed. She relented, flopping back onto the bed, such a big mistake. I.