Hardy getting off because he saw my naked body was actually quite thrilling. I went upstairs to get dressed and noticed that Mr. Hardy was still sitti...g on the porch. I opened up the window and decided to let him have another look. I tossed my robe aside and pranced around my room naked. A few minutes later my doorbell rang, I picked up my robe and bounced down the stairs. When I opened my door I was surprised to see Mr. Hardy standing in front of me. "Mr. Hardy," I said. "Can I help you?". Paula being too breathless with bliss to say anything.He grinned and made his way over to the woman's gaping hole and spat the juice up her, shoving his bulbous nob in after it to add his wad with a happy sigh."Shit! You dirty cunt!" Dan shouted, wiping cum from his face.He wriggled back between the legs of the next guy up to fuck her abused arsehole in time to avoid the shower of juice from her cunt. Her thighs shook like trees in a storm, dislodging the balls from her cunt, one by one,. I ended up talking to myself alone in the apartment,describing things, or having imaginary conversations in my girl voice. It would never be particularly high pitched for a girl, but it didn'tsound much like a guy either. Eventually, I was using it whenever Ihad my girl clothes on, which was starting to be a lot.I'd started settling into a routine, if a bizarre one, of boyhoodduring work hours, followed by a makeover and an evening of girlhood.I continued to stay in on the weekend when I. Paul, and Leslie.The latter had unsurprisingly developed a reputation for beingmaterialistic and selfish. The former had been bullied by his sister, andas a result, he had grown to become socially awkward in his teenage years.He was also still alive.Stella's eyebrow raised, and she wrote Paul's name on a notepad,underlining it twice before going back to the Betancourt file.Arnold was the son of Phyllis Hanton and George Betancourt, Harvey's olderbrother. Phyllis divorced George, however, and.