The girl wasn't blessed with a whole lot of empathy for anyone but herself, I realized, and probably it was a good thing we were breaking up. I needed... to be with a girl who could be a little more understanding and patient, you know?"Who do you like, Mattie?" Stacy spoiled my happy thoughts suddenly. "Do you want to go out with Heather or with Wendy?" Uhhh..." I stared at her, wondering if she wasn't asking me on purpose, you know, just to get one of those two girls mad at me.I glanced between. .."I blinked and shot back to my feet. I looked down, and blinked indisbelief. My jeans had become tighter, but were slightly flared at thebottom and embroidered with flowers. My blue t-shirt had changed to along-sleeved, green, silk-like material shirt. My hands were trembling asI lightly touched my chest; there were two slight bumps covered by a...atraining bra. I stared at my hands, there were long nails...covered withred polish... A girl, I was a girl, but judging my...my breasts, orrather,. I grabbed my ammunition bag and one of the .36 caliber Navy Colt's with the paper cartridges that I had salvaged to sell at my first opportunity. I handed the Colt to Lightening Flash and asked, "Do you know how to use that?"The boy was beside himself. He answered, "Yes, I think so." I was pleased to see that he did not cock the pistol nor put his finger on the trigger while we trotted to a place on the firing line.I loaded the shotgun and took my two shots at the Comanches. The result was two. You are grinding your pussy into the bed and the motion of your body intensifies my pleasure. My hands play over your ass.. lightly touching....gently squeezing...I run my fingers through your hair spreading it's length down your back...bending forward to smell your hair and again kiss your back and, pushing your hair to the side, your neck...your scent is intoxicating to me... I want you to cum...I want to feel you contract with waves of pleasure and feel your juices flow onto my fingers as I.