Kara had the softest, fullest lips imaginable – almost like Angelina Jolie’s. Bailey could kiss them for hours at a time, and she never grew tired...of them. Kara carried her cup of orange juice into the living room, and sat down on the couch next to Bailey. ‘Whatcha watching?’ She asked, casually glancing over at Bailey. Her heart leapt into her throat. Bailey had pulled herself into a tight ball, her legs folded against her chest, her arms holding herself together, as if she might break. On the nightstand next to the alarm clock was an issue of Seventeen magazine, with a fresh mailing label made out to Amy Billings. The date of the issue was March 1974. Now everything was starting to make sense. The Marcia Brady hairstyle, the wild clothing, the eight-tracks. Still, I needed more proof, so I turned on the old-fashioned "portable" television resting on the corner of the dresser.The picture took a few moments to come into focus, but the message couldn't be any clearer as I. For me personally, I now had some really amazing friends. The girls did embarrass me on occasion when they laughed at my blank looks when they did really girly-girl things. It was scary for me learning that this was how other girls thought and acted.Justin told me he loved me just the way I was, but he didn’t complain about the additions to my wardrobe. He took just as much delight inspecting and then removing them from me. He didn’t protest about a few other things the girls taught me either. My erection which had gone down when the door opened came back in full force and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. When she realized that I was attracted to her she took off her underwear and got in the shower with me. She had a shaved pussy and very pink full nipples. I was standing there and she reached down and grabbed my completely hard cock and started rubbing. At this point I was having completely mixed emotions and didn’t know what to do. But within a couple of minutes I let go.