I stepped on a crack on the road, my left foot slipped and I fell awkwardly. I sat on the pavement, looking at my left ankle. Great, twisted ankle. An... angel-liked voice came above my head, ‘Are you alright?’ I looked up, there she was. ‘No, not really, I twisted my ankle. Can you help me up?’ She helped me up by putting my left arm around her shoulder. I felt a bit embarrassed that I needed her help. She smelled great though, she wasn’t really sweating much as far as I could tell. Anyway, once. But what else can I say about him? He's a closeted cross-dresser that hates the light." I don't know if it's such a great idea having him hang out with myfriends. I don't know how he'll really respond to it." Trust me. He won't say anything to embarrass you. Lisa wouldn't standfor it. He knows that. So he'll be at his sissy best tomorrow. I canassure you of that." But he's not a sissy!" True, he's just a CD, but that doesn't mean he won't act the part." How can Lisa do that to him, if she loves. " Her right hand is running up and down my bare side and my cock is stirring again."Why don't you just tell me about last night? How far did you go and what did you do? Then we can see if I have any ideas for you, okay?" Okay, I guess that makes sense." She snuggles in closer to me and continues to run her hand up and down my back and my side."Well, you know I told Mom I was going to the library with Sophie? Well, I did go there, but Tony met us and he and I went around the side of the library. Once settled in, she drove to Springfield. I drove to Springfield, got a room at the hotel, and, dressed in a suit and tie, went down to the lobby to wait for her, anxious and nervous. I was reading the newspaper when I heard her approaching footsteps on the tile floor of the lobby. I folded the newspaper and looked up in her direction. She was gorgeous! Tall, long over-the-shoulder length, strawberry blonde, wavy hair, more strawberry than blonde, bright red lipstick, a navy blue suit.