Her daughter had adjusted the fastest, but despite her olderappearance, she was still a ten-year-old tomboy, still just a child, and had not yet matur...ed into a woman. Going from tomboy to being anactual boy was apparently easier for Patty than the transitions ofthe rest of her family.Her husband had adjusted to his changes rather well after the firstshock of becoming a little girl had settled, but he still struggledto be a parent and breadwinner. She had offered to get a job butJohn insisted. I regularly came to this nook usually alone. Tonight was just one of those ordinary nights.He approached me. Broadly smiling. Extending his hand for a shake. Persistently telling we knew each other. But I was totally lost in memory as to who he was, where I met him, how I’d come to know him.“I’m Allen,” he finally introduced himself. “You were my teacher years ago.” I still had no idea about him. I can’t recollect memories about him. He was not a close student of mine. And only them. This one is no different. Let me tell you that names in this one don't matter, just the actions. This past Saturday night (September 3rd) I was at a club in Manhattan. Once in a while I like to go to a rave club because I know so many people there and though I am 54 the people who are MUCH younger than me like hanging with me. I don't know if it is being a retired firefighter and all the stories I have or just my Harley Hog. Anyway, I was in the club for about 2 hours when I saw these 2 punk. The girls gentle kissing soon increased in speed and duration and after what seemed like hours Sheri flopped on her back with her lips still attached to Gwen's. Gwen's small hands went to the waistband of her friend's panties and began to slide them down her legs. Once the reached Sheri's ankles Gwen broke the kiss so the silky underwear could be removed.Gwen the pushed the knees of her friend apart and placed her head in between her nylon covered thighs. Alex now had a clear view of his.