"Annie, how good to see you. I thoughtyou'd like to come admire your work."Bobbi served the dinner she had cooked and cleaned up afterwards. Thenshe w...as allowed to join the conversation as an equal. "Thanks, Annie,"she said, "I'm comfortable dressing whenever I want. I think I'm fun tolook at even if I don't completely pass, and my boy-self is morecomfortable too. I never stare at Millie's friends any more or buildsex-fantasies about them. I'm grateful for your help."Annie Greene once more. Megan was practically hypnotized, but she was really enjoying herself. I helped her out of the leather jacket and began to nuzzle her tits through the tank top. She let out a whimper as I bit down on her hard nipples. I slipped my hand down to the small ribbon of bare flesh between her shirt and her belt. With little circular motions of my hand, I began to stroke it. Megan let out a soft sigh as she watched Cyndi writhing nude on the screen. I slid my hand up Megan's shirt and molded my fingers. "Sloppy seconds!" Dale told me, pulling his cock from my mouth and tugging on my hair so I'd crawl over to the blanket. "Put your dick in there, fagboy!" He can't fuck her!" Mark laughed. "Look at him!"My cock had gone soft in the blink of an eye as I looked at the pissy pink gash nestled beneath a tangle of wet pubic hair. Even Marcia's vulva looked fat, her sex all puffy and swollen looking, and I could see the dark shape of her pussy lips and it didn't turn me on at all. I just wanted to. A used notebook was a very recent acquisition, and Skeeter cherished it. In some respects, it was better than her magical quill. She resolved to keep typing away for another hour, despite the fact lunch time had come and gone and her stomach was only too aware of the fact. But something other than hunger interrupted her - a paper airplane settled in front of her and demanded her attention.Skeeter had never received a message by paper airplane before: it was a method of communication reserved,.