He ran through two cycles and was satisfied that he would not be inadvertently ‘painting’ Boston’s dick if they did fuck. He jumped in the showe... to wash off. The phone began to ring and CiCi bolted.“Hello,” CiCi answered.“Yeah. How long it gon’ take you to get here?”“I just got out the shower. Give me twenty minutes.”“Yeah. Just hit me up when you get outside.”With that, Boston ended the call. CiCi rushed into slut mode. He lit candles – a strawberries & cream scented one in his bedroom and a. I pulled into the QT parking lot and spotted his black Chrysler 300. I parked next to him and before I could reach over and grab my purse, I heard a light tapping on my window. He startled me, and I couldn’t help but giggle. He opened my door and helped me out of my car… “Wow” he licked his lips “You’re even more beautiful in person.” “Whatever” I giggled and hit him with my elbow. “You still look like the Rock to me” He rolled his eyes and said. “Well I’ve been told I look like Freddy. Now this!" So he likes to dress up as a girl. What's the big deal about that?"Kath prodded. "He's not hurting anybody. And you forgot to mention thedance recital." That wasn't such a big surprise after Pocahontas. But tonight, I don'tknow ..." She glanced over at me again. "Sandy, I don't want you to takethis the wrong way - you're drop-dead gorgeous. You've got, um ... agirl's figure. And you still have that high girlish voice. Are you sureyou haven't been a girl all along, and you were just. “You, you, you ... oh, you incorrigible ruffian! You will simply have to wait until we get home, and then we can have this conversation! No, I am not wrestling with you out here with God and everybody looking on! You! YOU! Stop!”I followed her, methodically. She made hand gestures as if to fend me off, and I occasionally reached out, guiding her from side to side so as to prevent her landing in the middle of some family’s picnic. Reaching our towels, I grabbed hers, and wrapped her in it. I.