"Shadow blushed. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it!" He blurted out. Cream giggled. "It's ok... But In return can you do something for me?" Of course! Wh...at is it?" Shadow asked. Cream giggled again. "All I want is to see your gun!" "Ok..." Shadow led Cream to behind the school and pulled out his pistol. Her eyes widened. "Wow shadow! It's so cool!" She took it from him. "And so heavy!" She gently caressed the gun, stroking up and down. Shadow was oddly aroused by this. Then, cream stuck out her. One question that kept popping into my mind was what would she do next? This is what happened.I was just plodding away at work as I always do, but for some reason my wife kept messaging me constantly all day. 'When are you coming home' and 'You should knock off early today' seemed to be the common trend. I just thought she was bored and sick of being at home alone. Finally, in mid afternoon I gave in and said I’ll be home in an hour. I finished what I was doing, jumped in the car and headed. Then there had been the most stupid bet of them all that had now led to mehaving false breasts and false nails applied and led to my firstexperience of wearing nail polish and my first make-up lesson (as thesubject!)...Where did I go from here? What was male about the person saw in themirror in front of me? The only thing that was still male about me, apartfrom the basic equipment making a tent in my panties, was my hair. Myhair had always been my way of expressing my rebellion against. He was muscular, a football player, so the total opposite of my little brother, a real man. And Jeff acted like a real man; his hands groped my tits and found their way up my skirt and grabbed my ass. Jeff knew what he wanted and when he broke our kiss he nudged me down onto my knees. “I’m so hard right, now Amanda, I need one of those great blow jobs you are so good at giving.” As Jeff began to unbutton his pants and fish his cock out, a thought went through my head. I liked being in charge.