”“Cute.”“I kind of expected you to be mad Lana talked to me.”“Not really. You handled it. If she keeps it up, she’s gonna find out that ...alibu girls know how to beat a bitch. If you decide to try out, you’ll have to talk to her.”“That’s why I wasn’t planning on joining the team.”“Join. You’ll be in the middle of all that girl-flesh. It’s good for you. Just remember who’s president of the Sorority.”“I’ll think about joining, but I think I have all the girl-flesh I need with you, Zoe and. ...The next morning Chloe sat at the Main Street cafe, on one of the outsidetables with a large white umbrella covering. She wore a nice white onepiece dress with her hair done up in a single braid over one shoulder.She glanced at her wrist watch, nearly five minutes past nine, where ishe she wondered. Matt's not one to be late, she mused as she lookedaround the busy street fronts in front of and then back beyond, storefronts stretching out to the horizon."Oh hello there, dear sis," a voice. Her shirt became too tight;She saw a button pop;Mounds of creamy flesh;Protruded from her top.What the heck is this?This has to be a trick.Soon there was a pussy;In place of a dick.Pussy, dick?Danny thought those words crude.It seemed her new self,Is anything but prude.She began to curse;In a language she never learned;With the fiery passion;Of a woman spurnedShe tried to think of sports;To forget the pain;Different information;Seemed to fill her brain.She thought about her family;Danny's. She is beautiful. The warmth and supple feel of the bosom against her delicate hands sends an erotic charge between Stacy's legs. Worried she might do something wrong, she just slowly moves her hands over the perfect breasts. "Be firm with me. Squeeze them," Cara instructs, breathing a little shallower than usual. Stacy contracts her fingers around the bulk of the luscious tissue and causes Cara to moan a little. She relaxes her hands and teases the impossibly smooth surface with soft caresses..