It wobbled heavily.“It might.”“Then please, go for it,” Lia said, sounding hopeful but also unsure how a story could help.“Okay, so this goe...s to a lot of places, the story I mean, but trust me, it’s not as bad as you maybe think it is if you’ve not done it before, at least once you get used to it a little. You see the thing is, back when I was a young man, no, I know I’m still young, but this is from the ‘before times’ when I was learning about things as things happened to me, and, well, let’s. These two wanted me that was for sure.So she told me to go sit inbetween these guys because they were being so cool and answering all the question so I did and I could see both of their pants begin to grow and them trying to adjust for it and look cool but no dice I total felt like a girl seeing what a girl sees and learning all about guys and myself from a girls view which was pretty cool.Next thing she asks them is if they would like to make out with me they both about screamed yes. I was in. She brought a selection of clothes over to my place late one afternoon. We spent an hour getting ready, wondering what those dirty, rough boys would like the best. Olivia wore a short, tight black dress with a white g-string and bra underneath. I wore a longer flared skirt with black stockings underneath and a tiny top that showed a bit of my breasts. We felt so, so sexy going to the funfair dressed like that. We got there and went on the dodgems together. It was fun but the boys on that ride. The biggest problem was one of the fence posts which had rotted out at the bottom. A new post and some quick-setting cement solved that problem. Within an hour I'd be able to reattach the fence crossbeams to the new 4x4.I turned to see a young girl, maybe seven or eight years old, watching me from the porch. Crap."Just thought I'd fix your fence, before it falls down. I hope you don't mind."She just shook her head.She stood there watching me, and I felt ill at ease. I was a stranger. She.