“I think the only reason our neighbours stop by, especially the men, is to gawk at you and Allison,” Dan quipped, looking at their braless hard ni...ples.The only difference between Dan, Claudia, and Allison and other families, is that after their chores were done, the three would take a sensual shower together.A dark brown sedan pulled into the driveway and they wondered who owned the strange car. “Detective Armstrong, what brings you this way on a Sunday morning?” Dan smiled, as her nice frame. She returned a minute later with her sport bag and slid down beside me."What do you think of these?" she asked, handing me some 1 X 4 samples in various colours.Looking at them, I compared them to what I imagined the room would look like furnished and painted the way she had described it. I set two of the samples aside. One was finished in a light wood stain, the other in a cream coloured semi-gloss paint. The two I held in my hand were different again. A red almost matching the cherry floor on. He awoke and, in the silence of nature, began to whistle imitating the birds of passage.But, lo! A slight noise disturbed him. He stopped whistling. It looked like a hiss. Nothing. Was it a lizard? Hopefully not a snake. He picked up the tune singing vigorously. He was a general at the head of an army of sparrows.Again the hiss loud, to the right. At his side. He froze, terrified. He turned his face and saw a girl. A peasant.She was about 20 years old. She was stuck with amazement and fear. A. I dunno. I scratchedmy flat, hairless chest with my supercute nails. The only things left onme to remind me I was a boy were my chest, my face and my cock. Lookingat my cock was strange. It was still the same thing I've seen my wholelife, but it gave me a strange feeling. A longing...I dunno, it's hard todescribe. I've never been too good with words anyway.I heard Dave starting to wake up, so I hurried back to my room. I didn'tquite make it tho. He opened his door and just stared at me. I.