Helen sat in the driver's seat with a pistol displayed obviously in her hand. She was left alone.Meanwhile, I went on another trip to the gunshop. I t...old the proprietor what I wanted in the way of shotguns. He had two in 12-gauge and one in 10-gauge. However, the barrels were too long. He said that he could cut them down to my specification of 20 inches today, but they would not be ready until late this afternoon. I told him to go ahead, and I would pick them up either this afternoon or. She was my address for questions about school stuff but also about friendships, girls and sex. Since dad had died I think I became some substitute for mumEarly I realized that she was different to most of my friend’s mums. Those who lived in relationships or were married treaded their children in a more familiarly way. And another thing was interesting. Normally when you as a boy reach a certain age you don’t like when your mum kisses you when others watch. At home you might be the nicest son. 'You're looking exquisite today. Are we celebrating something?' 'Your birthday,' she said, leaning forward to kiss me. I turned my cheek, assuming the kiss was sisterly but she went for my lips instead. The kissogram started out as light and effusive but somehow, our tongues tangoed in a French kiss. 'My, oh my!' she exclaimed when we disengaged. I was slightly embarrassed as I assumed I had initiated the kiss. She didn't look like someone who had just been kissed -- I, on the other hand. At least not for the day. Trying to make himself more comfortable, Martin shifted positions and crossed his arms on his chest, or at least tried to. He was slightly startled by the way his breasts got in the way, and more startled to realize that he'd barely noticed them since he'd gotten them. They feltalmost....normal. The more Martin thought about it, the more he realized just how easily he'd accepted his new body. Of course he'd been too busy all morning to examine himself, or even take.