" she responded."Come on Sarah, haven’t you ever wondered what being a boy would be like? You could feel it right here. I wouldn’t tell anyone, I ...wear." I replied."Well, I have wondered what being a boy would feel like. And if you promise not to tell anyone, I guess it would be ok." she responded. "What do I do?" she asked."Firstly, just in case your mum turns up early, I will take a lock of your hair, just in case we need to turn you back quickly. Then you will drink a potion containing my. It´s even harder than you ever felt it before, all 9,5 inches. Your dick is thick too and the blue vains are clearly visable. You almost faint when our both tounges starts licking it. I start to lick the big wet head which is oosing precum and assistant the long thick shaft. My tounge is teasing the peehole and tries to get in. You moan louder and i can feel the salty precum in my mouth. I ceress your firm hairless balls and you moan over and over louder and louder. Then we both licks the shaft. Sara's not sure, but it looks like they're re-tying each other's bikini bottoms or perhaps peeing in the lake.Sara shades her eyes and squints for a better look and no, they're not retying swimsuits. Each has got a hand inside the other's bikini bottom! Then it occurs to Sara that the secrets weren't really secrets after all, they were kisses. Bobbi's top was never maladjusted, that was breast play. The tummy tickling and the leg rubbing weren't what Sara had initially thought,. The local university, that I attended, had their final football game of the year, and it wasn’t on standard TV, so had to stream it off a laptop onto my TV if I was going to watch it. No big deal, as no one was really around to hang out.In the afternoon, Tim texted me about how no one was around, and if I wanted to go out. I told him about the game, and that I’ll probably just hang out at home and watch it. He then asked if I wanted to just hang out at my place, have some beers and watch the.