I simply couldn't let them get away with this... this arrogance and disobedience. I *couldn't.* I grabbed my car keys, jumped in my car, and followed ...them. I swear Bobby drove slowly to make sure he didn't lose me. I followed them to a large and expensive looking home on a multi-acre plot outside the city limits.Bobby parked in front. He and Jessica both jumped out of the car, ran inside through the front door, and shut it behind them. Five seconds later, I was pounding on the door and calling. She had a much more friendly face that I expected. She smiled and said, “Hey!” in a delighted voice—never cared to brush away the locks of dirty blonde hair draped over one of her eyes. She was about two inches shorter than me, and had a body that was somewhere between toned and curvy. We got into a bit of small talk while standing out there on the sidewalk, and next thing I know she trails inside her apartment, saying, “Come on in if you got a couple of minutes.” I could tell, from all the. "I want to look like a girl," I said resignedly."Show some enthusiasm!" Sharon said."Please help me put on my make-up, Sharon," I said.So I followed Sharon out of the bathroom in my bra and panties tocheers from my four girls. They were all dressed as French Maids now.I was led to my wife's dresser and white foundation was applied to myface. Sharon outlined this in red and also applied red eyeshadow."As you still seem to think you are a man your character is called BradMajors," Sharon. My first impression of you was made by my gonads. My second impression of you was formed by your willingness and abilities in the art of deepthroating. I am quite willing to form a revised opinion of you based on your mental abilities. Are you the only one of the bunch that is as gifted as you?”“Hardly. We aren’t Girl Scouts, at all. In fact, we sometimes call ourselves, ‘Girl Sluts of America’, but in reality, we are all members of an advanced technological class at the Tesla Institute of.