1.A little intro here, this is my second story and hopefully it will bebetter than my first. I took more time with this one so maybe you willsee an im...rovement. Roughly ? of this is autobiographical with incidentsI have personally experienced spread out through the story. This time Ihave added some photos that hopefully will help the story.Jerry was small of frame, 5' 7" about 120 lbs. With a boyish lookingface, little body hair. He had been an outcast from his family ever sinceshortly after. So good night Astrid." Good night Chelsea."With that I laid down on my bed and as a result of all that I'd beenthrough that day I was asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.My last actions was to brush one of the ponytails away from my face thatwas tickling my cheek, try and stop those damned breast forms fromjiggling around, and smooth out the dress where it had bunched up underme. It almost seemed like the clothes couldn't help but give me one lasttease before finally letting me go. .or at least I thought.I invited Randy over for some pizza and basketball Saturday. We had both settled in with a few cold beers and a little March Madness. Duke held off Texas in a score that was much closer than it should have been. I went into the kitchen when Randy yelled out if he could get on my computer to check out the bracket. I yelled back that my computer had issues and kept locking up on me.Randy informed me while he wasn't a computer technician, he knew a thing or two and might be. I stood back and watched as one person after another hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. One man looked like he was going to try for more attempting to move his hand to her ass. She waved me over and introduced me as her fiancé and the man quickly backed off. ‘Did you change your mind about marrying me?’ I asked her. ‘No, but you are my lover and my soul mate, when you came over I hoped it would scare him off.’ I kissed her passionately and her friends around us applauded as they laughed. I.