Like I said, I have one more chapter to go after this, and hopefully I can end on a particularly hot note. But for those who have read this much of my... little introspective entr'acte, here's your payoff: The morning of the day before he had to go, I woke up to feel his hands roving over my chest. I was lying on my side and he was spooning me; his lips were at the nape of my neck. The room was still dim--it must have been before six in the morning. He was pressed up against me, and his cock was. That afternoon because of the practise their feet were clad in chorus-line shoes with block heels. ‘One and two, and three and four.’ Obediently they repeated the steps dictated as the counting continued, but then Trudy Jones stumbled and nearly bumped into Bambi, who dug an elbow into his arm. The man at the piano shouted. ‘Trudy, if you intend to dance, let me entreat you to keep time with the music and not race half a beat ahead.’ Doggedly Trudy went on repeating the sequence of steps as. Donna is wilder then I am, she is a freckly red head, has huge boobs DD, she is a bit thicker not fat just has bigger thighs and a bit of a stomach. Nothing that would stop her from wearing that tiny bright blue bikini. Me I am Sarah, long brown hair, more of a bean pole. Athletic, small, no hips or butt and if I am lucky, B cup tits. I am the girl who lay’s on her back and her tits turn into pointy nipples nothing more. I was wearing a padded bright pink bikini. We laid by the pool and drank.. He felt at times that he really was agirl; it was a strange out of reality experience. These were only hisprivate feelings, his own fantasies which he could enjoy without anyfear of any consequences since no one else would know.He enjoyed the shopping outing with Lynn, and was pleased that no onesuspected he was anything but a teenage girl. Soon, he would have to bepresenting himself in front of people who knew him, his classmates, hissisters, his neighbors and relatives. What would their.