Maddie didn’t miss a beat. She immediately started helping me gather my books and when I bent down to help, I inadvertently caught my very first glimpse of a girl’s lacy bra, and the soft, adolescent flesh underneath it. When she turned to hand me sucking my things, she must have seen my wide eyes looking down her blouse because she said in a voice barely above a whisper, “Eyes up here, Jacob.” In the span of one oral heartbeat, I felt my face flush with embarrassment. “Sorry... I... I...” I muttered, incomprehensibly. Maddie smiled as she handed my books back to me, “I’m out of your league, Squirt.” Then she gave me my very first sultry wink and headed off down the hallway behind me. She slapped my butt as she left, which got a collective squeal from the crowd that had formed to watch Maddie, the prettiest, smartest, most confident girl in school stand up to the worst bully on campus. Over the years, I got to know Maddie through my friendship with Will. Maddie was an absolute marvel to me. She was more than the smartest girl in school, she often debated her teachers during class lectures and more often than not won when they were stymied by her arguments. She became a student of Aikido and within four years, was able to best the Dojo Sensei. In her mid-teens, she started designing her own clothes and even modeled her amateur fashion line at Chicago fashion week. She framed the offer letter from she got from Michael Kors due to that show. From 6th grade to when she graduated high shoot, Maddie had morphed from a pretty school girl to an absolute beauty. She stood a statuesque 5 foot 7 inches, was extremely fit, had a ample (but not oversized) bust, and sported a new hair style every month. She had more brains, skills, and beauty than any young adult in the Twin Cities. While we always got along, I never forgot what she said to me when she was 12, I’m out of your league, Squirt. The business class seats the Wagners had bought for the family were beyond amazing. Having only flown coach before, I could now see the benefits of the Wagner’s approach Foot to success. The 787 landed in Bangkok just after sunset and we made it through customs and immigration in no time. The black car service into the city was a different story. We all quickly realized the roads in Bangkok had been designed for a city of 5 million, not the 17 million that inhabited the delta city today. Ninty-three minutes later we made it to the Four Seasons, where we had three suites waiting for us. One for Mr. & Mrs. Wagner, one for Maddie, and one for Will and I to share. The traffic had caused us to miss our first night’s crossdresser dinner reservations, so the family decided to chance the street food vendors. The concierge pointed us in the direction of a world class set of street vendors and promised that the food was good, affordable, and (mostly) safe. The food was fantastic and we ate tapas style, where we shared each other’s orders and got to taste a wide variety of Thai dishes. Unless she is on birth control" Liz said "I'm too young to be a grandmother" she added with a smile and started peeling the condom off. I had other plans. She then said “help me bring the last stuff in”. Cat's car was across from the entrance and she climbed in and sped away. _ He really starts to stroke in and out of my mouth, I open my throat just as he shudders to a third orgasm at the same time I cum again. “You look like your father when he was your age,” she said, glancing at me. “He used to have a car like this.” When I say fighting, it wasn’t the viscous fighting like I’d seen a couple of times at school; it was more friendly; less fists. “If we sit there acting normal, you know, like we're goofing around, Mom would look right at us while you were stuffed inside me. We wouldn't have to move, but we'd still be fucking right in front of her eyes. And so does sucking that intoxicating pull. “No problem . . . “Fuck! My lover. I wanted to feel how good my son would be fucking my asshole. Her snatch milked my cock. I suggested a game of strip poker and we commenced taking our clothes off. There were a few seats up at the front and that area was quiet when the games were going on. She kept at it until I told her I was going to cum. I ignored him for the rest of the week; he left me several messages, but I wasn’t ready to confront him. They were tied. “Five!” Exclaimed Kate, “You got gangbanged by 5 sailors; in the sea?” While Foot Linda was in the pool house going pee and selecting more music, I was dancing to a slow song with oral Darren, crossdresser “God, I love her.” I purred in his ear. What kind of punishment would this be if I were to just give you a blowjob? I’m not sure of a gang bang, but it does turn me on to think of a room full of men fucking me over and over.” When Ms. Tyrell called on me to answer a question in my creative writing class, I just stammered until it sounded like I was a squeaking chipmunk.