How the girl was really a boy. How the girl was reallyArt.Art had managed to sneak out of the party while the majority of theguests were upstairs. He ...adn't wanted to be around when Doyle or Marcusor any of the dozen others that he had pleasured found out that had beenthe work of another boy. He had walked home quickly that night, wantingto be inside away from prying eyes. Suddenly the look he had perfected,the make up and hair, the dresses, the shaved legs, it all felt wrong onhim. Arriving. Rob, for his part, couldn’t get over this vision that had become part of his life, at least for one night. She was pink and flushed from a hot bath, and wrapped in a huge terry robe that the Nelsons had given for a house warming present only a couple weeks ago. He imagined her skin touching fabric that had cuddled him only last night, then chided himself for thinking that about this girl who needed his help, not his lust. But then he thought it again.They talked well into the night, then Rob. She asked me to move up so that I could get a better look. Mrs Stone grabbed one of her big tits and showed me her nipple. She told me that most women loved to have their nipple kissed and sucked. She told me that it was not the thing that would get a woman to like me, but when she liked me, it was a sure way to let me make love to her.Mrs Stone told me to touch her breast. I reached out and felt a boob for the first time. It was so soft and warm. I slowly caressed her breast and she told me to. Your friend might not make it otherwise! Yes or no?" I don't understand. Just tell me," Erin sobbed."Yes or no? Save your friend or don't. Choose." Yes!" Erin cried. "I'll do it. Just tell me how." Good girl," Megan said. She stood up and walked over to Lily and Melissa. Gripping Lily by the shoulders, Megan yanked the girl backwards, pulling her out of Melissa in the process. "No! I need it Megan!" Lily screamed. "Hush."On the floor, Melissa arched her back and gasped, greenish-white slime.