She pulled up a small portion of my hair,painted it with the brush, and then wrapped it in foil. She did anotherand then another. As I looked in the...mirror I saw my head eventuallycovered in lots of little foil tubes. I'd seen lots of women gettingtheir hair highlighted in the years I'd been coming to Brianne's. I hadalways thought that it was a very 'girly' look, since guys didn't dosuch a thing. As I looked in the mirror I almost saw a girl. It wassimilar to when I stood in front of the. I could order some clothes from the store in town and havethem delivered here though. That wouldn?t take long at all. I could get someproper clothes and, I reasoned, do a rather extensive experiment on thesensitive parts of this body.I found a catalog of womens clothing in a night table next to her bed andbegan thumbing through it. It wasn't long before I figured out I would needto know what size I was in everything. In the back of the catalog I found achart that showed what was needed. I was. With her hips raised by the mattress, Gayle’s cunt was presented as the center of attention.Wayne acted as if it was a banquet presented for his famished attention. Gayle was known for groaning when she was eaten properly; she’d always responded for him, but rumor had it that some of the guys had failed to get that sound. She never seemed to moan during actual intercourse. Wayne was betting he could get her response.He half won that bet. Gayle’s climax was obvious, but the sound was muted.Wayne. Just then we heard a beeping in front of the house. Knowing none of her neighbors should be home we could only guess it was the girls. Rita burst from the pool to the phone looking at the caller ID seeing it was the girls. She ran over grabbing our swim suits yelling for me to put it back on quickly as she ran to the pool house next to the pool. Peeking her head back out she told me when I fifnshed putting my suit back on to hide the beer bottles. After a couple attempts trying to get my suit.