I ran my hand down to her slit and slipped one finger inside her. She was very tight, but wet enough to get a cedar chest inside her. Angela had never...been like this. It took forever to get her wet and about half an hour to get her to cum. But Lady was wet as a spring, hot and responsive. And, I actually felt real love, not infatuation. I fingered her slowly and ardently, watching her eyes shut and emotions play over her contorted face. I slipped a second finger in and she moaned loudly. I. From that day on things returned pretty much to normal for Nick, althoughhis experiences as Nicole changed him in a few ways. He began spendingmore time with his family and hanging out with Megan more often, until sheleft for college. Although he'd never wear girl clothes again until thenext Swap Week, he would help his parents and sister out with the newclothing store they were working on opening with money they had saved upand with help from Uncle Steve. They sometimes joked that he should. She began flailing, trying to breathe but succeeding only in punishing her already over-stretched muscles further. Finally, she could no longer hold her breath. Her body forced her to take a deep breath, but she only inhaled the latex over her mouth, choking herself on the rubbery hood. She felt fear and panic like never before. She began to black out. She was going to die. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it was over. Her nostrils were unblocked, and she could breathe again. She took a. “Did you see the weather forecast for tonight, honey?” she asked, taking off her mittens and hat and brushing the snow off them. “No, why? Are we supposed to get a lot?” I asked. I had a vague sense of where this was going. Her grin was giving her away. “Over a foot, they said, with another few inches tomorrow,” she laughed. She loved storms, all kinds. # # # I’d started working at the bar a year earlier, shortly after getting out of the army and moving to Bloomington. The G.I. bill was a good.