Being thekind of friend that they should have been and seeing how happy that madeher, even if it's just for this moment, that alone was good enough fo...me to not dwell on my problems... At least for a little while.{~~~~~~}As class was winding down, I was putting my stuff in my backpack, notingthat it was going to be a bit heavier than this mornings walk, as Samasked hopefully, "So are you riding the bus home? Or are you beingpicked up? I was hoping we could keep talking."I remembered then that. Like home. He felt her relax in his arms and then felt the tell-tale signs of sniffling. He took her by the chin, and turned her face up to him, watching her tears roll down her cheeks.“Wow. I’m actually getting to SEE you cry, not just hear it …”Marlee eyed him. “What do you mean, Seth?”“For years, I’ve heard you cry at night through your bedroom door. But you never do it in the light of day …”“Yes I do. Just not in front of you boys.”“Why not? Maybe it would’ve given me a chance to make it. " Sort of hard to make two squares or four couples with that mix" Well, Betty to the rescue. I lead Sam over to the teacher andvolunteered a solution. With a wink I suggested 'Why don't we just makeSam in to a girl for the show?' and the teacher agreed right away. "Her news immediately got me excited. Whenever I hear anything about a'mom making her boy into a girl' think back to how wonderfully differentmy childhood might have been if my mother and I were ever able todiscuss gender issues. . " She told me, and then returned to her task, I didn't say a word but kept rubbing on her slit, I could feel her shudder and shake as her orgasm struck her, she stopped sucking for a moment until she could gather herself back together again and then she carried on until I spurted away into her mouth, she then pulled her head away from my stalk, ensuring her lips kept in contact until she left it, shrinking but clean, she then sat up and swallowed the contents of her mouth, before smiling at.