“Zoë needs to go kiss Renée’s boobs and Xiomara should go kiss Dean’s hair.”“Me?” I grimaced. Xiomara was already wrapping her arms arou...d my head and laying a kiss on the top of my head. I was grinning dumb enough to get elbowed by Renée when Zoë came over, yanked down Renée’s zipper to her yelp and motorboated the cheerleader.“OK, that’s fine and works cause they’re both on Team Renée.” Suzi commented over the happy cheering, “but what if we didn’t have great hair and great boobs on--”“I give. Not only that but she would also sneak in to your room and crawling into bed with you while you were asleep. And it kept getting worse as you both entered puberty. Things got more awkward for you as the flat chested Lizardman girl suddenly had D-cup melons, her tiny green ass exploded into the size of basketballs with the squishiness of Jell-O, and her small tail now a good three feet in length and four inches in diameter at the base. Because of this, you'd almost always pop a boner when ever. It looked- friendly? No, not ‘friendly’ but… We waited with baited breath. Whatever it was Katherine was now looking serious. It was a ‘good’ serious though. Maybe ‘intent’ would be a better word. Then it dawned on me- I was about to get kissed. Years later I was so glad it happened this way. By all accounts realizing you’re lesbian is a pretty tricky thing to go through- the soul searching, wondering who is and who isn’t and coming out to name but a few. Being as self conscious as I was I. Linda said she'd like a few shots of us on the dock walking along, maybe kissing and a few other romantic poses. After about 15 minutes of different poses, the photographer asked her what's next. She then made my day by saying she wanted to do a few sexy shots for me and she removed her sundress revealing only the sexy thong underneath. For the next 15 minutes I watched as my incredibly sexy looking wife did a variety of tasteful, yet extremely sexy poses. The photographer even commented to me.