“And?” said Sarah. “Very nice” Stu replied. “I think I’d like to see something now”, she continued, “I hope one or both of you are goi...g to let me compare what you’ve got?”Me and Stu looked at each other, I nodded and we both went for our zips. As we were standing up and undoing our trousers, Sarah had put her glass down and opened her legs wider, showing us even more of her wet pussy. She sat up and moved to the edge of her chair, legs still open. We moved closer to Sarah, cocks out, both. 33 weeks later...I am just back from the hair salon standing in front ofmy mirror. My hair is now cut in a bob style. It is beginning to growout and the girls won't allow me to cut it anymore. It was embarrassingasking the woman at the hair salon for this haircut but it was alreadyin a pixie cut so it wasn't so bad. At least when I went to work I couldcomb it differently and make it look a little bit like how a man's hairusually looks.I have an hour until I must report to Miss Rachel. Walking. My first impulse was to run; run away and leave the key and note behind. I scanned the room frantically, wanting to give them back to him, but he had gone. And there was only 15 minutes left until we were supposed to meet.“I sat there for a while, conflicting thoughts and emotions running through my mind. I thought about we had become friends and my attraction to him. I recalled the romantic dance I had with him this evening, along with the protrusion I felt through his pants and the strong. And lets Nancy use the big television."Dinner was some sort of spicy chicken casserole, and several types of vegetables. We drank tea, and ate quietly. I helped Jonathan with the dishes. After dinner Jonathan put on his rain gear, and told us he had to check the homestead and road for damage from the storm. So Nancy, Rusty and I sat around, and Nancy told us her story."Two years ago Dad and Mom owned their own trucking company, and we lived in a big house in Montpelier. This was our vacation.