I looked myself over in the mirror: I was skinnier and shorter than I was used to. No taller than 5'2, or maybe 5'4 at most. Auburn hair fell down pas... my shoulders. My clothes, which had been fitted to my body, were now too baggy. The drowned my breasts, hiding them from view.I reached up under my shirt and ran my hands over them with excitement, loving how it felt to be touched, even by myself. I lifted the shirt up and over my head, and dropped it to the ground. I was liking what I saw in. As she seized up, I told her to clench her arse tight and then release it, and, as she did so, I gently pushed the tip in and, with great restraint, held it there for a while. Then I told her to clench it and release it again and this time I slid right in. “Wow! That’s actually exciting” she exclaimed in a rather muffled voice as her mouth was otherwise occupied. I couldn’t see exactly what Cathy was doing but it took no more than a few minutes for Tracey to come, pushing Cathy’s face into her. Kelly spends all week, anxiously awaiting a text from Alex that never comes. Friday morning, a large box arrives at Kelly’s apartment. It’s wrapped in brown paper and has nothing on the outside except her address. Her breath catching in her throat, Kelly carefully breaks the seals and withdraws a thick black card board box with a fitted lid. Breathing harder still, Kelly lifts the lid. On top of the paper is an envelope of thick white paper. The card inside reads: Be at the address below at. Some color was coming back into her face and I sat back on the stool at the breakfast bar."Well, have you?" I asked. She leaned back against the counter and looked at me wonderingly."Have you?" she answered, except that it wasn't really an answer. I nodded anyway."Yeah, I have," I said. "But I don't know how you feel about it. Sometimes I think you prefer what we have now...the independence and stuff, you know?" What else?" she demanded."Well, there are those times that I wonder if the way we.