Jo and Jill looked at Sally and smiled demurely. Sally couldn’t take her eyes from the stiff pokers—so masculine, yet, on the two beautiful young ...omen, so inexplicably feminine, too. “Sally hasn’t had sex in two years,” Ginny said. Jo’s and Jill’s expressions turned to ones of concern. “Oh my,” Jo said. Oh, you poor dear,” Jill gasped. Sally blushed. She looked down again, and without thinking she blurted out, “You’re so big.” “Thank you,” Jill and Jo said together. “Mostly, Sally likes. It's not the worst thing she could do to me,* I thought, as I felt my excitement at being made to look a little like a girl. "I brought you an 'A' line skirt so you could move a little and here, put this on too." "A panty?" "Not just a panty, a control panty. I see that 'thing' and I don't want it distracting you. This will calm you down. Besides, it would ruin the line of your skirt. Just bend yourself backwards and let nature take it's course." I did as my goddess commanded me, of. Connie turned beat red and yelled at me " Why are you always following me" turned around and ran inside her house. Well when I figured out what was going on JS grabbed me and put me in the shed and put a 2x4 against the door so I couldn't get out and she said "You are a stupid little jerk I'm going home and do you think Connie will let you out of here now that you caught us?"I started to panic and didn't know what to do and told JS I wouldn't tell please let me go home. Here I was in shorts,. There was a cool breeze. Rivers of water ran down into the gutters of the street – it was by no means a summery day at all, not a sandals day. Upon my first reported meeting with Wayne my feet and sandals had become soaking wet so today, due to the weather I had decided to wear sensible shoes appropriate for the climate, and sensible shoes for driving. I had an early lunch then proceeded to Wayne’s home. The time was 11.55am.Arrived at Wayne’s around 12.35pm I had made my way through one or two.