Some boys tried to pick us up. Imagine the nerve. Dummies didn't know we weren't really girls. We didn't sound like girls, did we? Yes, I suppose we d...id! Our voices were just TOO high to be boys any longer.As we bathed that night, we all got rid of the last vestiges of manly hair under our arms and we cleaned up each other's neck hair. None of us seemed to have much body hair lately. No one seemed embarrassed to be seen in her new shell either. In fact, none of us had shaved our faces since we. She barely touched me and there was hardly any animation on her end. It was like making love to a dead fish. As soon as I’d finish, she’d roll over to her side of the bed and go to sleep.So exactly a week later I decided to call out of work to confirm my suspicion. I actually didn’t have any concrete evidence that she was really cheating on me. I was relying more on instinct and on how things got out of its regular routine. So it was a long shot whether or not my suspicions would be confirmed.. Dad did take Mom out to the coast, pretty well tracing the same route as I took almost two months earlier. They were just as enthralled with the scenery and sights as I was. They came back looking refreshed and a bit sun burned, but other than that, assured me that they had a great time and planned to go back again and do some more exploring.My year at Crook County Community College gave me the experience to integrate into the Eastern Oregon culture fairly quickly. It wasn’t much larger than. ‘What are you going to do with me?’ he asked, unable to keep the fear from his voice any longer. She smiled that disturbing smile again and leaned close, whispering in his ear with a sultry voice. ‘I want your bl**d to heat for me… I want this hard cock of yours to swell and throb and grow larger than it’s ever been… I want your balls to boil with cum… I want you to struggle at these bonds and fight me. I will tease you with my breasts and steaming sex… bring you to the edge over and over, but.