’ Claire had no idea how soon, but it was still a bit early. As it was her birthday, we all felt Claire should enjoy some cake, so we took her to a ...little pastry shop and indulged our sweet tooths on various pastries and some truly wonderful coffee. One of the great things about Toronto is there’s lots to look at, so we took out time getting back to the Club. Claire was fairly certain a party was planned — she just had no idea what that party was going to include. We got back to the Club and. Tricks' hand was jerking in her pussy, her so wet, clutching pussy, and her hips were jerking, trying to accentuate the movement of Tricks' hand. Her thighs were quivering uncontrollably. She was gasping and groaning. She came! Tricks growled. Charlie's thighs snapped together on her hand, clamping to hold it still.After a couple of long sighing, deep moans, she exclaimed softly: "Fuck! That was good."Tricks nodded. Charlie's thighs flopped open again, as she relaxed with more long sighs. Then. ’ Oh Suzanne, my Suzanne, where are you? *************************************** Forgive me for interrupting the story, but I assure you all of the characters in this story are adults, even though the main character is currently posing as a young girl. His name is Art Jones and up until just recently, he was a nondescript average thirty five year old male of average height, average weight, and average looks. In fact, on the average, most people usually didn’t give Art a second look. Art on the. But it wasn’t a subject we discussed directly. The first time I had to confront the question head on was at our class’s big graduation party. After commencement, a few dozen of us went over to somebody’s house. The place had a big back yard, and somebody started a huge bonfire.Annie and I got into a huge argument. I no longer remember what we were fighting about. Probably something that seems trivial in retrospect but at that teenage time seemed apocalyptic. Whatever the cause, she stormed off.