So, once we left school, it just had to be the next day when we could again talk. Soon, we started getting each other some small gifts like bracelets,...anklets, etc. Once a week, we used to go to the McDonalds nearby after school got over. She was very skilled at making seductive faces and making even more seductive noises and we both would fall on each other laughing. Winters started and it used to extremely cold. We used to wear multiple layers of clothing. It was in those days that we used to. One day, Tracy came home from a girl-shopping trip with Sara to tell me the latest news from next door. "You'll never believe it, Norm's giving Sara a boob-job for her birthday. She goes in next Monday for an evaluation." "Gee, she looks like she's got enough, not like that little secretary I had a few years back, remember her, flat as a board." "No, Don, it's not the size, she's happy with that, she's more concerned with their southerly slide these days. Like many women, she's gotten a bit. &, being of whom was getting pretty much like so fed up with living a secretive lifestyle preference, & not really much getting that being of the fringe benefits of doing so as in not getting that being of the chance to possibly put on my labcoat, & then likewise possibly experiment with the many different races of born, & raised female persons representing the opposite sex being of grown, adult women from likewise whatsoever walks of life, factions of society, or lifestyle preferences being of. After that she very gently and sweetly fingered my pussy and stroking my clitoris. I felt quite excited by all this expert attention. Eventually Lynne told me that she felt the time was right and put one leg across my body and straddled me, pinned my arms down with her shins, and we prepared for her to engage her bush with my face. She was in no hurry and sat over my face with her pussy inches above my mouth. I tried to stretch my neck to reach it with my tongue but it remained just out of.