After lunch I decided to get on with things. I put my plate away, andran up the stairs feeling my new body shake in strange places as I didso. I went ...nto my room, which took me a bit of time to remember thatthings had all changed around. I went over to the dressing up table andsat down again looking into the mirror. I couldn't get over how Ilooked; if I was a guy I would want to get with this girl. My brightblue eyes shone back at me in the mirror. It wasn't a bimbo lookthough, more cute. I. Then, since we had brought ‘dinner’ (hot dogs), we would gather wood and start a fire as it started to get dark.Over dinner we would curse and tell dirty jokes and talk about the girls in our class and rate each one in terms of boobs and who was fuckable and who wasn't. This banter would last until about 11 p.m. and then we’d turn in.We would go into the tent and strip down to our briefs and climb into the sleeping bags.This became somewhat of a weekly ritual that summer: camping out. There. “Besides,” I said softly, smiling at him, “I still want you. I still want to suck your cock.” I leaned forward and kissed his shaft again. “I, I want it so much,” I gushed.Steve stepped back and took a seat on the sofa. “Then do it,” he ordered, spreading his legs.I crawled forward and buried my face in his crotch, kissing and licking his balls and cock. Even before I got him into my mouth, I felt my own dick stiffening again. I could only imagine what Kathy would have said if she had. She fed him several crab cakes in this manner before moving off, leaving him to gaze at her perfect, hypnotically swaying behind.Moments later, he nearly jumped when a strong had clapped him on the shoulder and gave it a squeeze. It was a typical habit his father had, and it could be quite startling when it came unexpectedly."Nice view, isn't it?" What is?" Dave asked, trying to sound as confused as possible.Alan's indulgent laughter signalled the total and utter failure of his attempted.