Kayla had been a major fantasy of mine practically since the first time I’d met her. And the fantasy had only grown since our aborted night in a hot...l room several weeks earlier. God, I was so shittin’ turned on!Her hands were around the back of my head pulling me into her breast, moaning out, “Harder, Matt, harder!” I guess Kayla forgot the ‘no talking’ rule. Maybe under the circumstances, she decided it wasn’t so important. Maybe in her excitement, she forgot it even existed. I felt her hands. When I heard about your loss and what you decided to do to honor them, I was really impressed. Let me show you around." Mr. Jones, it is good to meet you as well." We shook hands and then he led me around the vehicle. He showed me the winch and the lights and then we got down on the ground and he showed me the lift kit, and several other items under the jeep. It was all very impressive."I never knew how much the Wrangler had changed since I was a kid. Thank you for showing me this. Though I do. I just can't." Martha started to cry. I pulled her to me and held her as she wept. I began to wonder if being in these bodies was affecting our minds. I don't think that Marty would ever cry, even if he wasn't the bravest of our little group. Since we now occupied female bodies, that meant that female hormones might be beginning to affect us. I had heard speculation that hormones caused a lot of the emotions and mood swings that women showed, that men did not. If that were true, then we would. The five that had the afternoon gun class were going to spend the time on the mats in the defensive training class getting the crap beat out of them by one or more of us girls.We hoped that by the early Friday evening all ten would be past the physical and interview process. We wanted Saturday to be target shooting and the shoot, don't shoot course, and then Saturday evening would be the timed mile run on the tread mill. All of the gym time had to be worked around male and female gym times.We.