" Fucking hell....she's only got split-crotch panties on !", he whispered before turning back to get another feel. That was too much ! I knocked a coa...ter onto the floor and leant right over....he was right ! I the gloom under the table I could see Greg's hand plastered between your spread thighs. He eased his hand away to give me the unobstructed view of those red split-crotch panties and the dark shadow of your pubes above a decidedly moist and gaping slit. I dropped to my knees and shuffled. About the only thing that I had to get used to was notbeing able to sleep on my stomach very well. Cheryl seemed like atiger when we were alone, and our lovemaking became very intense asshe helped me explore every facet of my new parts, which told me I haddone the right thing.Where we live the charity season as it's called was about to start, soCheryl and I selected several that we liked, then joined the group.About two weeks later they had the first fund raiser, which was adinner and dance. I. Within moments he’d pulled out of my pussy and shot his spunk all over my stomach and tits. “Whew, Kate, you’re the best!” he said as he rolled off and sat on the edge of my bed. Moments later he was dressed, kissing me quickly and walking off home, leaving me waiting for my parents and kid brother to get back from the shops. Why was it always the same, I thought. I hated Karl, really disliked him, but there wasn’t anything I could do. His family and mine were really close, my father and his. Hill mind?” asked Tom.“It’s alright, Tom,” I told him. “Arnold can sleep inthe middle, if you’re uncomfortable. Only a sadistwould make you go back outside in this weather.”Tom still looked doubtful. “If you’re both sure,” hesaid � and we assured him we were. By the light of the hurricane lamp we lit the stove andI whipped up a meal of beans and coffee from the hut’sscant supplies. Then we hung our drenched clothes nearthe stove.