And before you say anything, yes, I know,everyone makes that joke about our parents wanting us all to be boys." Except for the one who actually wants ...o be a girl," I said slyly,glancing at John. "I don't want to be a girl!" he denied hotly, but thenblushed and added, "But I do like dressing up as one!"We chatted some more and agreed that I would return the following day -which went far better than I could have expected. After getting changedinto some clothes that Charlie had temporarily. And someone touching it. Hers or, maybe, Brenda's. "Yeah, that would be sweet, I think. It would be fine, Brenda. Yeah, I wouldn't mind," she smiled. "Now? I mean. You know. Now? Maybe?" Faith was feeling funny. She felt her pussy tingling a little. Something odd was happening. She was so happy for some reason. She wanted to dance. But she just smiled at Brenda, and squeezed her hand. Then she lifted it and kissed the palm. And her tongue darted out and touched it. Brenda squealed and giggled.. “I might need to shorten my bands a bit, but I’ll go with this for the time being.” After a slight pause, she went on, “I wish we had some real pellets, but we’ve shot rocks plenty of times after we ran out of pellets.”Dessie hesitated for a moment. “Remember when we experimented with making our own clay shot?”“Sure.”“Well, I noticed a long bank of red clay back at the washout. It might be fun to try the clay out.”(Near-perfect hardened clay shot of varying sizes are sold for slingshots, but a. Her arms wrapped around me as she clung to me. She lifted her face, and her lips reached for mine. The unexpected passion she put into that kiss and the need I felt in her made my knees weak. Her lips parted, and her tongue probed my mouth. I felt myself get hard and my erection pressed into her as we exchanged saliva.Breathless, we parted, and she sat down. I got into the driver’s seat while she looked at me with those mesmerizing eyes. “Chris, as an expert on men and their instruments, I can.