Michelle, who is sitting opposite Stacey and I, takes over the conversation. "Made up and wearing almost the same dress, the two of you could pass as...twin sisters. It is uncanny, I never realized how truly feminine your body is."Stacey adds, "well what do you expect, we have the same size boobs too."Then Michelle says that we have to something with my voice and asks for the letter they wrote. I give it to her. She looks at it and glances up to me. "Helena, do you trust me enough to let me. He just snatches it andtakes a long swig.Just because I can I slide a hand down his hairy arm, under the elastic ofhis boxers and tickle the ball he isn't scratching. No reaction. It stillamazes me that I can just reach out and touch a man's dick whenever Iwant. Not that I would ever do that, except to Tom of course, butsometimes it's fun to imagine what a man, like one of the dads at theparty, would do if I just put a hand on it. How long it would take for himto cum in his pants?When I press. Reiser said. "Your father doesn't strike me as the kind of man who would let his son grow up to be a faggot." A faggot?" I giggled."Isn't that what you are?" I think I'm a girl," I said. "But I guess I am, yeah ... A faggot. It sounds funny." Nobody ever called you that?" he wondered."No, not to my face," I shrugged. "I went to a girl's school, so ... I don't know, they called me other names." White girls?" Yeah." I bit my lip."So why are you a girl then?" Mr. Reiser was moving his hands under. "Then she gave me a kiss, and we started making out as her cum flavored mouth was dripping onto me. She was obviously enjoying feeding me back some of my donation."I know it's getting a little late, and I have to get up early tomorrow, but you need to return the favor!"I knew what I had to do, and that was certainly a hard act to follow. All I could think about was what the next two nights were going to be like.I got up and led Jan over to the bed and positioned her sitting on the edge with.