I sat at the kitchen table absently sweeping theskirt under me and keeping my knees together.Mum chuckled as I thought she hadn't noticed. "I see you'...e beenpracticing your feminine mannerisms." She grinned. "If you're going todress as a girl. You'll have to remember to act like one."She made a pot of tea. Poured us both a mug and sat down opposite me. Itook a gentle sip of tea."To be honest," Mum said breaking the silence. "I prefer you as a boyMike. But tell me honestly." She looked right at. We were all drinking and getting on very well, very very well. One of the couples were already half cut and started getting quite hot. Kissing and touching each other, enjoying each other immensely, and getting the rest of us turned on in a big way. The boss of the pub had been giving me the eye for quite a few months, and tonight, he decided he wasn't going to wait any more. We were all sat chatting, and touching each other, getting more and more turned on. I was getting moist and my clit was. .And no baby I won’t stop… I can go on all night…I see u getting all wet …That pillow definitely aint working… coz u r defiantly waking the neighbours up right now…But its all good… I love hearing ure voice…Ure ******* are all hardUre ***** is all wet… Jus how I like it girland ure legs all shakin…I told u I was the baddest niggaNow I m comin back up… Now how deep do u want me 2 go… I ll whisper in ure ear…Baby how u like this position… Ma body on top of ure’s…My **** buried deep inside of. But no matter what each of us had going on with our respective romantic interests, we always hung out a ton together and truly fell into a brother-and-sister-type of love.The deep closeness of our friendship made our eventual and inevitable parting a sad day, when first I and then she graduated high school and went off to our respective universities. We did, however, keep in touch via social media, and we met during holidays and summers -if our schedules permitted- when we would often come back.