With every thrust, my legs got deeper under hers. I could feel her spread, and, to my surprise, I could feel it getting easier to force myself inside ...er. No longer did I have to do all the work, for her pussy was definitely starting to get moist, and starting to suck me inside. Whether she was subconsciously dreaming about her crush having his way with her, or her body reacted to the feeling it must have had before, I could only guess. All I could think about was my little sister getting wet,. Of course, all we had was the Navy Colt, except fer my two Starr DAs.Anyway, they started out with the two-handed grip ta give them confidence in their aim. Ta be sure that they was confident in what they could do with a pistol, we stayed with the two-handed practice through the next day. By then, all but Martha were doin' very well with their shootin'. I was havin' a hell of a time keepin' Martha from jerkin' the trigger. Alls I could figure was ta keep her practicin'. Then I discovered. It was weird, but I was almostgetting used to it. What I couldn't get used to, what I didn't even want to_think_ about getting used to, was _acting_ like a girl.Finally, it hit me. "The spell!" I almost shouted it, but there didn'tseem to be anybody else in the bathroom to hear me. Then I whispered itsoftly to myself. "The spell!" Now there was a big surprise, but thinkabout it for a minute. The whole idea was for me to stay away from women.The fact that I _was_ a woman didn't automatically. I was slightly confused but held my professionalism as he returned with a long, tall glass of ice tea. I took a sip and nearly choked. “Holy Shit!” I cried, and then laughed. “Iced tea, not Long Island Iced Tea.” He looked at me strangely as I handed the glass back to him and he hesitated to take it from me. “Actually,” I said giving it a second thought. “It is really good and maybe it will help ease some tension, too.” I took another little sip and he smiled at me and added a nod of approval..