Her mother had fallen ill and was in the hospital. It was winter, and there was a lot of snow, and the roads were pretty bad. I lived a couple hour... away from her, so I jumped in the car and carefully drove to her town and to the hospital where she was doting and worrying over her mom. Her whole family was there! Her sister and her four k**s, her brother and sister-in-law, and her other sister-in-law and a couple of her k**s.Everyone smiled at me when I walked up to them in the waiting. He knew he was getting the teen really worked up, and he could tell he was getting worked up. He knew he had to stop to keep things from getting out of hand."Awww, don't stop!" Samantha protested as Aaron stood up."I think I have to," Aaron replied. "We're getting entirely too hot and bothered with all this tit play, but I guess it wouldn't hurt anything if I got in bed with you and we went back to making out like we were on the couch."Mollified by his offer, Samantha sat up and patted the. Not exactly an organized neighborhood watch program, but close. I wondered why that protection had not been extended to Cindy yesterday afternoon. I would try to find out, but I didn't expect to get very far, not with their kids involved.As we reached Cindy's trailer I noticed something strange. The door of her trailer was half opened and there were muddy footprints on the iron steps and inside the door. By the look of the deep ruts, that had not filled with water, someone had driven a four by. Where did I go from here? What was male about the person saw in themirror in front of me? The only thing that was still male about me, apartfrom the basic equipment making a tent in my panties, was my hair. Myhair had always been my way of expressing my rebellion against authority.I had worn it long in the all boys school I had attended where everyoneelse wore it short. I had had a Mohican shortly after starting work inthe bank.As I sat in my reverie Catherine was working my way into a pair.