Our friendly refitter needed our spot by the plant and arranged our move.Thanks so much.I really appreciate it ... NOT!Although the organization of th... move ... and the move under the bridge ... took most of a day we were soon provisioned by a professional buyer. It was worth the expense ... I was clueless about restocking. NOW I missed Grace. Grace was organized. Grace was driven. Grace knew ... I didn’t.Several days after the move, the marina office radioed the boat. I made the extreme. So I said we could drive over there some night when you are off." OK, that's not a problem, unless she has a gun in her hand or something, waiting for me to show up. Are you sure she isn't going to tell your mom?" Yes, she promised me that she wouldn't." Where does she live?" Not far from your lake house. Maybe we could run over that way tonight?" And then make a stop on the way back!"Kristin blushed and then agreed."I'll pick you up at seven."As they pulled into the drive of Kristin's aunt's. Not only did this force Beans manhood to slide in and out of my poon, but it also helped increase the force of Franks penetrations. OH MY FUCKING GOD! I yelled blissfully as I felt both my holes being penetrated simultaneously. Never before had I been so turned on. In fact, I was so aroused that it took me less than half a minute before I felt the familiar feel of an orgasm building within me. Luckily, the two brothers were not far behind. In fact, they climaxed a split second before me.. She smiled and said,"Done."I realized to my horror that she had French braided my hair into twopigtails just like hers. I tried to untie them but the braids were donewell and tight."They're just like mine!" smiled AllisonAnnie laughed. "Now you two look like real sisters." I stood up andstormed out of the TV room into the bedroom.I sat on the bed and looked at the full-length mirror on the wall. Itreaffirmed my fears. I saw my already effeminate body in girl's clothesand braided hair. I looked.