Her top showed more cleavage than I’d seen in English -- an over the shoulder boulder holder, we’d call it -- but also left more to guesswork.They...spread their towels side-by-side, Ms. Barton claiming one edge and Ms. Rennick, the opposite, me in the middle. It’s kind of neat, on our stomachs, shoulder to shoulder with your teachers. It was even neater when Ms. Barton pushed down her straps and reached across me to do Ms. Rennick’s. Ms. Rennick said it wasn’t necessary, as we wouldn’t be here. .."And i heard her say, "babe i need a stiff peace of meat"My friend looked at me, and i at him, i knew he was hot for my wife for quit a while, so i smiled at him and pointed at the hole in the wall, and he instendly got what i meant.So he pulled his pants down and pushed his cock trough the hole, and by the way his eyes widedn i knew my wife was sucking at his cok right now.and not much later it started banging against the wall, and i could hear my wife cuming, and then he shoot his load. When he had them in position, the girls and I stapled targets on the oak lumber. By the time we finished, Bob had called my cell to tell me that he and his foreman were in the restaurant.We met Bob and his guys for coffee, and then went to the armory to get one of the Barrett M107 rifles, a field box of ammo and hearing protection. I was sure everyone would want to shoot at least a couple rounds.Jake carried the rifle, Bob the ammo can (I was glad of it) and put it in the back of the Suburban. ..day by day.....week by week.....as I continuedto take Yoga classes, pluck my eyebrows, shave my body hair....and loseinches,,,,as I stared at myself in the mirror....I was allowing myself tobecome more feminine with each passing day. After many days ofproviding support and hours of making me over and helping me transforminto Angie, and taking pictures for my website, Claudia and Jesse wereconstantly reminding me that I was so pretty as Angie, I should juststart living as a girl. I would.