”“Camden better not talk to April then. I think I overheard her trying to pronounce boy and girl using the shared family business language. There ...is only one reason she would do that,” I told them and linked to April to make sure she knew it would hurt their feelings to find out before the babies were born.I’m not sure she quite gets the hurt feelings part. Probably best not to tell the four that they are all dilated between two and four centimeters?If she couldn’t tell them the sex of their. All had long knifes or swords, too, and several had breast plates and helmets, although none were gentlemen.And to my surprise, in their midst, was our Johnathon!And their leader was that Simon, the blacksmith’s apprentice from town. A sour, bullying bull of a man, he looked around at everything as though it was beneath him. He was putting on the airs of a gentleman although all knew him not to be one.I stood up as they approached, and surprised them at how close I they had come without seeing. My pussy juices drip over my bum and down my thighs. I want him. I must have him inside me. I grab his hair and pull his head out of my pussy. I look at him directly in the eyes for what seems like an eternity, his pupils dilated, a slight glint of moisture round his mouth. I pull his head upwards to meet mine and kiss him again, cleaning his mouth of my pussy juices. I can feel his cock throbbing in my hand, wanting me, yearning for me. He starts thrusting his hips trying to penetrate me but I. But Billie was not a particularly masculine boy either.They were, it seemed, a matched set, and although they had some outsidefriends to a more or lesser degree, were like two sides of a coin. Theylived their lives as best they could.And there was a secret between them.When in private, without the world to judge them Robbie, would fullassume her girlhood role, dressing the part to the max. Billie wouldplay along, apparently enjoying the secret thrill of juvenile cross-dressing. They were.