"Yeah, if you're going to be our best friend, we want to make sure that you're not unhappy if there's something that we can do to help you," encourage...d Diane putting her arm around my shoulder and giving me a squeeze."I don't think my Mommy or Daddy is home yet," said Diane, "C'mon, we can stop there and see what we can do to help make this the best Brownie day for you. 'Cause we're about the same size, you can try on my uniform."By the time we got to Diane's house my mouth was dry and my palms. Samanthais a boy's name. In old English the hypnotist explained boys and girlswere both called "girls" and a male girl would only become a man when heleft home. Until then he was called a girl and dressed like one. Menand women both wore pantyhose and men also wore skirts. The conventionof wearing a suit meant that you were an employee of a company ratherthan a gentleman. The tie was also a sign of your servitude. Agentleman, in order to show he was free of corporate obligations. "This is my best friend, Bevvie. Bevvie, this is Jean-Luc."He put down one of the packs of beer to shake her hand. "Bevvie. Is that short for Beverly?"She nodded."That's a beautiful name. And Bevvie's a cool, original nickname for it," Jean-Luc said sincerely. Just like that she was charmed.Bevvie introduced us to the people we didn't know. Bevvie walked off to start the grill. As soon as she left, Brittany, a beautiful blonde cheerleader, and also my tormenting nemesis, flounced over. She was. Her bra came next, and I gasped again as she loosened those beautiful tits of hers and let them swing free. She must’ve worn a really confining bra because her tits were much bigger than I’d thought. I’m not exaggerating when I say she could’ve been a centerfold, her young body was that perfect!”What do you think?” she asked, cupping her big boobs together and lifting them to her face.My dick twitched when I saw my sister lick her own nipples and flick her tongue in my direction.”Wow!” It was.