Barnett and his gang drowned down the plughole, along with the soap. I felt happy that I’d finally come to the realization that I wasn’t like the ...thers. More importantly, I didn’t want to be like the others. --- I opened my eyes and saw a man in the shower opposite me. He was brown-skinned, perhaps of Indian or Pakistani descent, quite muscular, but not in an overly accentuated way. I wasn’t in the habit of watching other men, but there was something about him that kept my attention. He seemed. The movementstopped, and he heard the rustling of heavy plastic. The plastic was removedand at last Lance could see, but his mind couldn't comprehend what he wasseeing. It seemed he was standing in a clothes rack and there was a silkysmooth blue blouse directly in front of him. He looked down and washorrified to discover that he too, was a silky smooth blue blouse. Lancescreamed, or he would have if he had a mouth. Somehow he could see, hear,feel, and think but his body was now a woman's. He walked quickly.Her moistened fingertips dragged tantalizingly along his shoulder blades, and had he not been so resolute he could have dropped her. Hoping that she knew the stern look Ragetti was giving her, he took a bold leap of faith and bit what neck he could find in reprimand. Her startled whimper echoed throughout the grotto. As they neared the pool, she felt his manhood pulsing in need. Ragetti's skin was moist to the touch as well, but because of restraint or the exertion of their. During one trip i pulled out my penthouse magazine. joe snickered saying he used to whack off to playboy when he was my age..and how far the closeups go nowadays (1975).He left, returning with a bag containing a couple of hustlers....'i gotta do some work .....good nite'...then he winked. i was loaded but continued drinking and tore into the bag enthusiastically. Hustlers gave pussy close ups. nature took its course and my horny teen dick was stiff as i locked the door and stripped, leaving the.