He didn't even try. He just yanked his cock out of me like it was a matter of complete indifference to him and he ran off. He left me there, half-nake..., helpless, desperately aroused, and he just ... left.Of course, that was something I wouldn't – couldn't – talk about. So I bitched about how I'd lost a fight that didn't happen and hoped no one noticed that there was more than adrenaline making my heart race and my breathing quick."What do we do now?" Leonora asked, while I tried to compose. I said no big deal, and joked about having two boys and all the mischief they got into. About a week later, she was out front and thanked me again, she said your wife is always on the road, how about I fix you a dinner, I owe you big time! I said sure, and we arranged to have me over next Monday night so we could watch Monday Night Football together. Monday night came and I went across the street to watch the game. Boy was I surprised when Kathy opened the door, she was dressed in the shortest. "You scared me!"She giggled. "Silly boy! I've always been here, so why are you stillsurprised?" I'm _not_ a silly boy!" I protested. "Look!" I looked back at themirror. "See, I'm a pretty girl!"Tina giggled. "Yes, we are, aren't we? And you picked out a nicedress all by yourself, and you brushed your hair so it's pretty!" Ifelt her hug me, and it was warm and happy again. "You did welltoday."I suddenly realized the game Tina had played. She'd made me admit thatI was a girl for the. My arms pumped intime with my legs, my breasts were in perfect rhythm to match mytread, and my dark, shaggy hair lifted with each bound, making asoft fluff on my scalp with each bound. I felt fabulous.But as I've said, it wasn't for exercise. I was learning thetrails, and surveying the swamp. That was another reason for thequiet movement. It was a long shot, but maybe I could surpriseour quarry.Instead, I was almost the one surprised.As I was jogging along, I saw a swamp slug had crawled onto.