“Megan’s smile brightened just a bit and her father’s froze in a plastic sort of fake shadow of the genuine one he had worn seconds before. Wal...king over to his seat, Megan bent over deeply at the waist so that the scoop neck of her tank top fell away from her chest and she gave the older man a clear view down to where her young breasts hung free and easy. She smiled up into his face and said simply, “Enjoy your treats!” as she set the bowl of guacamole down and the chips next to it. She. She welcomed me with a glass of red wine and I followed her over to the couch and we sat down on opposite sides. Meagan and I talked a little but I found myself distracted by her legs. I then said something I wasn't quite sure how it would be received... "You have really nice legs!" Meagan blushed, "really?!? You think so?" Her eyes got big and my heart was racing. "Want to feel them?" Meagan put them over my lap. My pants felt tight as she plopped them over me. I touched them gently. They were. A large vein on his forehead looked like it would burst at any minute. At my terrified look, he calmed down, somewhat. “Jesus Christ and a handbag, son. You’ve got to have balance.”“Balance, sir?”“Balance, son. Like a hip toss.”He looked at me, but I only stared back blankly, completely confused.“You know you can’t lift the other guy, but you can get him in the air and take him down. You balance him on the point of your hip and you use leverage, son. You know. A hip toss.”Finally, I understood,. The boys will think it'shot that your bra strap is showing."I almost started crying. I said, "Oh, I guess you are right Amy."She put her arm around me and said, "Well, think of it this way. You area sissy, so it doesn't really matter if they accept you or not."I sat on the couch and started thinking about how it will be for the next2 weeks. My mother came over to me and gave a few books. The first onewas "The Berenstain Bears", the second was "The Sesame Street Pet Show"and the third was "Meet.