'No, baby. What he was saying was bullshit.' I know what he was saying because he had to give his side for the report and I had to tell what I was doi...g before you attacked him. I saw him tearing up, I grabbed his chin and made him face me. 'Frank, why did you buy all that?' I told you when I was in school I lived on the block with the guys I went to school with, literally no girls that I had classes with. As hard as it is to believe, its true. He stood up and pushed me onto the now closed door. He smiled and sat in the seat with his legs slighly apart,his toned taned chest was still wet and water drops were running down his chest to his flat stomach,he lowered his head to dry his short blonde hair,still playing with my cock i watchrd as his semi hard cock moved side to side as he dried his hair.He stood and asked me to dry his back handing me his towel as he turned to face the wall his legs slightly apart he leant forward with his hands on the wall.I tried to hide my hard cock as I. "Just whendid you get here, Lani?" What the hell?" I mumbled, surprised at the sound of the abruptlyhigher pitch of my own voice. "Why did you just call me Lani?" I asked,as those same unmistakably feminine tones echoed in my ears."It's your name, silly," replied Fanny with a wide smile.I wasn't overly surprised by Fanny's response. I'd already guessed itmust be my name once I'd heard my soprano voice. How had I failed tonotice any of these changes in my own body? Had I been that engrossedin. She had to stand up and wiggle a lot to get the skinny leather tubes all the way up her legs.The knees of the leather jeans were narrower than her calves, so she had to use both hands to smooth them up and past her sensitive knees. Because the thighs of the jeans are so tight, she again had to grab and pull them until she could finally feel the 'special' centre seam of the soft leather reaching her pussy lips. She had to strain to pull up the zipper.The leather seam in front went right between.