Hank Jedburgh had taken numerous groups over the trail, he was leader, guide, and guard. He was 40 years and 220 pounds of mean, tough, insobriety. Th...e religious members of the train did not approve, but once away from the town he would be sober and reliable. “Boy, you finished drinking your mother’s milk? You are the weediest, useless, arse-fucking, piss-drinking, shit-arsed, soft-pricked, useless, piece of horse dung I have ever seen” Some of the families blanched at the language. One or two. Her hands, given freedom by his actions pushed under the coarse material of his jeans and began a search of their own, travelling over his thigh, outside to in, always the hint of more erotic contact but both wanting to extend the anticipation. His will broke, his hand slowly but decisively eased towards the mound which marked his target, fingers warm and strong, confident in their approach. She allowed her legs to part, all thoughts of caution gone, all doubts and inhibitions fled from her. His sun bleached curls were dyed a modest brown. And duringthe week it was business as usual.As the semester rolled by, no one commented about Frankie's changingappearance because they didn't see the weight loss hidden under thesuits. They didn't notice the subtle changes in his body shape as thehormones took effect.Frankie and Helen loved the changes. His newly budding breasts, hisengorged nipples, and the sensitivity all over his body kept them in bedlonger and longer each day. Sure, Frankie. "I know one thing for sure. James is going to love this dress for sure!"Jocelyn hurried into the bathroom knowing she was running late and began combing her long natural blonde hair. Once finished she began applying her makeup topping off with a nice deep shade of red lipstick and smacked her lips. She quickly ran back into the bedroom and sat on the little stool next to the bed and put on her new heels. She twisted her foot as it slipped inside the little heel and closed the strap. Having both.