The woman instinctively reached for the "boy's" crotch. Not feeling a bulge she removed the hat revealing the girl's long light-brown hair. "You're no... a boy." The girl looked frightened. "Helga, there's a girl in here that thinks she's a boy," the woman called to another room. "I've got just the thing." Helga, a large black-haired woman, appeared in the room with small bag. She looked at Bobbi. "So you think you're a boy. I'll show you what we do to little boys." Helga and the other woman. My hand moved slowly from my thigh to my pubic mound. The feel of my fine, sparse hair there was so different from that on my head. I brushed a fingertip across my clitoris, boosting my desire.My gaze settled on my image in the mirror, and I made my decision. I closed my eyes once more, and let my fingertips rub rhythmically against my clit, sending ripples of pleasure through me. My arousal made me weak in the knees, so I laid back on the bed. I palmed my right breast with my left hand, while. St. Louis was not nearly as sophisticated as New Orleans, so there was not as much to do there. As a result, the men returned to playing poker to keep from being bored. This time, as an experiment, Billy and Bob each set up his own table. They located in the saloon, "Gentlemen's Lounge," as the hotel called it and paid the bartender 6% for the privilege. Billy was the more successful of the two, but Bob had no trouble making enough to hold up his end of the expenses. They were having so much. I was the lucky man in the middle. My handswere busy on the stockings Jimmy/Jenny was wearing. I loved thosestockings. About the only thing I could think of that is sexier than awoman in a garter and stockings, is a man wearing the garter belt andstockings."Ok, my first time. I was about 14 or 15. I had exactly zeroexperience with girls and seemed to be constantly horny. My sister is13 months younger than me. One day I was home all alone and as I said,horny. I started wondering about.