"It depends." On what?" she asked.I thought for a moment and continued. "If I could be a female of about30 year old, comfortable in her femininity, se...ure in knowing who she isthen I could experience a whole new life." You mean waxing and shaving, periods, cramps, pregnancy and notforgetting breast scans and smear tests." She paused and took a breathbefore continuing. "You have to work at being a woman, you don't justwake up and look good, there's nails, hairdressers every 3 weeks, makeup,. Making two bodies into one. I couldn't help but touch you. Your wet skin rubbing up against mine was making me lose control. Finally, letting my wondering hands follow your curves,dropping to my knees quickly, I stroke your wet cock through my hands. The warm water helping to stimulate his senses. By the time I had stroked him 3-4 times, he was bulging in my fingers. Throbbing so hard that I could feel your heart beating. Your passion was growing steadly for me too. Your fingers wrapped through. .and so it started,SIR1 came in, slapped my arse, put his finger into my anus, took his hardening cock, and Mounted my arse, he fucked me with a passion I had not seen or felt before, he was having a whale of a time, he was whispering into my ear that he had a new boy comming tomorrow, and he wanted me to bring him off, and to show him the ropes, (The only ropes I wanted were a way out of here)..I missed my female companionship, there lovely tits,and pussy,s to die for, I was not a fucking. That was true of both me and Sharon.My friend Sharon had gradually started to get some breasts and I'd also noticed that her ass was starting to show the roundedness of budding womanhood and I began to get nice horny little erections that I was feeling an increasing need to take care of. Finally, I'd been talking to some of the guys at school and decided to explore some of the things I'd heard about with my friend, Sharon. We got alone in her house one day while her mother had gone to town for.