” “And where are your pretty jeans going to be during your spanking, Julie?” “All the... the way down, Miss Anderson.” “I’m having tr...uble hearing you, girl. Speak up. Where are your jeans going to be?” “All the way down to my knees.” A matching chorus was heard from outside, “All the way down!” The singing was followed by some giggles. Julie’s face got red as she undid the belt and pulled down the zipper of her jeans. She had to struggle to get them over her full hips, and they started. I figuredthat if I was engaged it was okay to let him take my blouse and braoff, let him roam around wherever he wanted, as long as I got to do thesame to him. It felt great exploring my man's assets. I discovered he'shuge when fully engorged. Unleashed at last, I felt like a teenage girlmust as she begins exploring her sexuality. That is also the firstnight we slept in the same bed together. But sex as we both want itwill have to wait until after my sex change operation. Until then wewill. His fingertips were brushing along my throat, pressing gently to the side to turn my head to let his lips travel against my cheeks, my jaw, throat ... There it was, that pure fear, that genuine gasp for air but he didn’t stop this time - I didn’t stop him. He pulled back, leaving the sensation of that rough stubble burning my skin as if he had used paint to mark a trail and he looked at me as if to ask if this was okay.I didn’t stop him.I won’t stop him.His fingers massaged my arms, squeezing. We quickly finished the work on the list for the Boston Council, so we could concentrate on improving our own defensive capabilities both at home and at the destinations of our portals.In the meantime, our parents and Uncle Will had located and rented a suitable warehouse in Macon, Georgia. Dad drove the four of us up there on Monday, the 25th of October, so we could become familiar with the location. We erected our wards around the building as well as a defensive shell around the entire.