She answered all those uncomfortable questions, helped me through those awkward questions and earlier bras, even if my chest never transformed to her ...size.We didn’t look anything alike, a constant source of anxiety for an introvert like me. Madison was blonde, I had darker, chestnut-colored hair. I guess we were both pretty, but in a different sort of way. Or maybe I was cute and she was hot. She had the flamboyant, flirting personality while I was the dark and brooding artist, more interested. I stood up and said, “Can I get that coffee now? Black. I’ve had my cream.” Steve reached his hands inside my shirt and squeezed my tits. “Coming right up Miss,” Steve teased. He turned and poured me a mug of steaming coffee. We chatted for a bit. He said there were three bedrooms in the suite. They gave me the master bedroom, and Mike got the short straw and had to sleep on the couch. He and Darren were in one room and Nate and Eric were in the other. I needed to shower, so I thanked Steve. Probably from this.” Kyle stroked my neck. I was only wearing my robe so I hadn’t tied on a bandana yet. I felt a chill go down my spine.“You know about John and Theresa?”“That they are in love? Got to be careful with that. They are really playing with fire.”“They’re our grandparents, Kyle. Well, what’s that come out to? Our four-times-great-grandparents. Theresa Ranae Bell and White Horse were Laramie Wyoming Bell’s parents.”“Holy shit! I never connected that. It never even registered that her. Whatever the reason is you shavedyour legs I admit it looks nice," Roland chuckled. "I shaved my legs?Don't give me this crap, Roland. I know you two are behind it," I said."Me? I wasn't even near your room and Mike was so drunk me and the hotelstaff had to carry him back to his room." Roland denied his involvementin this. "I still don't belive you." I throwed my hands up and turnedaround. For the time being I didn't care who was behind that ridiculousprank. All I wanted was to get some.