Sharon Bixby and Pvt. James Potter standing in the doorway with their shotguns aimed at us. "What the fuck do you two shitheads think you are doing by...blocking entry to the only safe house on this planet? I ought to turn you over to the enemy just to even up the stupidity on both sides. If we had been chased by the enemy or by dangerous animals, we could both be dead by now. Okay, Cpl Bixby, soon to be Pvt. Bixby, if she doesn't have a good answer, what do you have to say in your defense? And. "Excuse me, Ron. May I have a word with you in my office please?"In a shaky nervous tone, I reply, "Sure, no problem."As I walk behind her leading me to her office I can't help but look at her amazing ass. I feel my blood start to course through my veins, creating a bulge in my pants. I quickly and clumsily put my hands in my pockets desperately trying to hide the fact that I have a raging hard-on! Finally, we enter her office, I close the door behind me and she says, "Lock it."Her office. So, we got into the tub together and took off our bathing suits. This wasn’t unusual to anyone since we were both the same age and girls and cousins, so nobody really questioned it. We were fooling around in the shower. We started by kissing each other and grabbing each other’s asses and chests. My boobs were way more formed than hers at this age. At this point she has never actually touched my pussy and I never touched hers, but this was the day it all changed and I still will never forget how. "Greg opened his mouth to scream for help, but an iron hand of the huge brute across from him stifled his cries."I was prepared for this," said the false Greg. 'He' took out some tape and taped over Greg's new mouth. Yuck!! The glue tasted terrible. Then he tied up the apparent girl. Finally, he removed both rainbow rings. The new Greg help up a paper to the new Laura."See this, Jaws? It is YOUR handwritten suicide note, saying you can't go on with your best friend marrying Greg Jones. I can.