The clothing line wantedto shoot over two days so Mom and I stayed in the City so we wouldn'thave to drive back and forth to Colfax. I noticed the bus...er I got themore time I spent as Amanda, not that I'm complaining as I've grown quitefond of being her, it's just that I miss being Mark. As much as I lovebeing a girl a part of me misses the boy just as much. I'm not sure ifit's the boyish activities I miss or I actually just want to be a boy andAmanda is all an act? I'm sure I'll know more. I slid my hand fingers splayed across her back diagonally worming under her shirt. Her skin was smooth and slightly damp with sweat. One of her moans came on the heels of my touch. She was getting closer I could tell from the low pitch of her moans and I began fucking her pussy hard. I enjoyed the wet slapping sounds we made and I could smell her musk. I thrust myself home a final time as she began shuddering with orgasm and it was as if her pussy wrung every drop from me before it loosened its. I then sat on the bed and she sat on my lap. I rubbed her breasts in my hands, while I kissed the back of her neck. “You’re so fucking sexy. We’re going to have so much fun this week.” She didn’t say anything, but she was loving my hands all over her tits. She rested her head on my neck as I gave her a breast massage with my hands. I rubbed her tits all over and pulled and twisted at her erect nipples. My stepsister was fingering herself as I rubbed at her breasts. It was pretty apparent to. In addition he was armored with a metal studded leather helmet, a leather back-and-breast, and heavy knee high leather boots. The militia troops were variously equipped but most had some version of the captain's armor. About half had swords, the other half tomahawks.It was time. He and the captain walked out the front of the factory together. The Rambling Rose's mooring was about 100 yards down the quay so it only took a couple of minutes to walk over to her. "Ahoy the ship!" hailed Cameron..