H ... how?” The teen was stuttering.“Ok, that’s a new trick we haven’t seen you do before,” A smirking Truda said. Looking Alan over closely...she said, “What other things are you hiding?”“Emory? My god! Is that you? We all saw you gunned down! They carried you out and threw your body away like trash!” They heard Harman’s voice.It was the teen’s turn to smirk, “All of you forgot the game we used to play? Stop the stick? Come on I know you all remember it!”Tears now streaming down her face. I won’t mention his name here, but if you are into cars like I am, you know who he is. He’s famous. He loved Oldsmobile Cutlasses and would turn them into Nascar sleeper cars. He would put a 403 in an Olds Cutlass body, redo the suspension, brakes and every component part and that thing would fly. He was the guy for me. Only, he refused to work on my car because it was a Pontiac and not an Oldsmobile. What’s the difference? They are both GM A cars. Then, there in the corner of his totally. Having no idea what she was talking about I asked her to explain. She replied that she had thought that normal women did not suck their partner’s cock or give them a wank or allow their partner’s to finger them on a public beach. Hearing that I thought of the many times when I wanted her to take hold of my cock and she refused and the many times I had to find somewhere to go to have a wank or get into the sea to cool down. The only thing I could think of in reply was to say that it was a bit. I sometimes wonder how it wouldbe to be a woman and experience all of these things."He looked at me hastily. I was beginning to get an idea how this couldwork for me, but I had to work on it so I tried to put a little concernin my expression. "Yes, I've seen the way you look at me and myclothes. The way you just phrased that too, I get the feeling you areslightly envious. Or a bit more than a little?" I gave him a sly smile."But, appearances aside, would you really want to wear dresses.