I see adifferent person and it's almost like a butterfly coming out of thecocoon. You are blossoming as a girl and I can see you starting to comeinto...yourself. You're a happier person when you're dressed up in girlclothes so I think this goes beyond just the clothing. There issomething emotional about it when you dress up! It's like you'rebecoming the person you have always needed to be and you are just nowrealizing that. So my advice is to take it one step at a time, andsimply observe. Be careful where you step, and keep an eye out for irregularly shaped white, gray or brown things. They could be fossils.”I looked around me and observed, “Um, Everything is white, gray or brown!”After some lessons on how to remove layers of hard dirt with a trowel and a stiff-bristled brush, we each chose a patch and got to work. We chatted idly about anything and everything as we crawled around looking for something unusual. Sometime around mid-morning, she called a recess and opened her. ..oh, FUCK!"Amy had descended on his manhood, sucking his cock like a professional whore (which, let's face it, she sometimes was, depending on how good-looking her kissogram customers were). She licked his pole up and down and smiled up at him as she opened her mouth wide and batted his prick against her tongue. He reached down and cradled her face with one hand, stroking it softly before giving her a sound slap on the cheek. Always a professional, she never took her mouth off of his cock, and. Your legs still wobble a little as the climaxes continue to linger in your brain.The cool night air battles for dominance against the heat from your skin, as the smile on your lips just doesn't seem to fade. Your feet take the steps on the sidewalk one after another, but their direction seems as unfocused as your mind. You don't notice as a car slowly pulls up to the curb just behind you and matches your pace. It eases up along side of you and you become aware of the black SUV with dark tinted.