That was when I got the first look atmy body.My face had taken a rather androgynous look, though it was on thepretty side. Full lips, high cheek bone..., but something you couldclassify as either a pretty boy or a slightly butch girl. I tried topout cutely then looked at the rest of my body. While my breasts didseem to fit on my frame, the rest of my body was more like a young,teenage girl that had just enough curves to say she had them. My rearwas a little bigger than it used to be and, when. Maybe something on Facebook will entertain me. But no, there are no new photos or memes. My mind starts to wander, and without thinking, I open my recent search history. That red banner at the top of the page appears. I browse to see if there are any new stories that have been added.Jackpot.As my eyes scan page after page, story after story, my restlessness heightens. But this isn't the release that I need. I sweep my long ombré brown hair into a pile on top of my head. Wisps frame my face, and. Once we’d included everything we could think of, I wrote checks on the estate, included the expense reports with the financial statement, and dropped it off at the judge’s office on our way to the bank. With a new supply of cash in the cookie jar, we went shopping. We bought gifts for our kids, a heavy coat for me, and I took Paige to dinner. That set the trend for the coming weeks that led up to Christmas. We didn’t make reference to the short time we were to have together or count the days.. I have to admit that at first I was confused. There were a couple of moments I could not see the trucker at all and then when I could see him, he appeared to be standing up or kneeling on the truck seat. He was steering with his right hand and his left hand was holding the waistband of his sweatpants. Then to my surprise he pulled down his sweatpants, and underwear, if he was wearing any, and to my delighted surprise, Wild Bill was now flashing me. What he flashed was not just an ordinary cock,.