I wanted to reach out and touch him, but something more strange happen to me; my cock began to get hard again, I was getting turned watching him.“It...feels good Jack”, he said. I said nothing back, just watched him stroke his cock. I don’t remember how it all happen, but George stopped and sat down on the side of my bed, and leaned back, he smiled at me and said, “I seen what you have on under your shorts, how long have you been wearing panties Jack?”I was at loss for words, but knew that if I. (Anne-Mal) The problem is, what is TG?(*Bashful) Anything that deals with the blurring of the sexes.(Ellie) It didn't start off very broad, but that changed during the course of the story. ;=)(*Bashful) LOL! Ellie(Ellie) How do you feel about somebody asking why you did something during a story, rather than pointing out a flaw?(RLoner) I don't mind explaining things, if I'm able to. Sometimes it's just the way it came out. One of my favorite singers, Tori Amos, once referred to herself as a. Moira had me extend them out and slightly down, andwhen this made it hard to hold the fence post, she turned me about andanchored my waist to it with a short length of twine. Then went on,wrapping my arms from wrist to shoulder. She also (and this alarmed mea bit) covered my hands, cramping them into useless half-fists. Thenshe bent my arms behind me, tucking the elbows into the small of myback, raising my algae-gloved hands toward my shoulder blades, andwrapping them tightly in place with. The news conference lasted nearly two hours before it finally was broken up by Dad, who said that the questions had gotten too repetitious. There was a short closing speech by the principal, and the kids were sent to their next scheduled class. The reporters were offered snacks prepared by the students learning how to cook and/or operate a restaurant. The principal was justifiably proud of that bit of real-world instruction, and he was delighted to have it exposed to the public at large.After.