***Mikey sat through another boring day of school andanother monotonous bus ride home but he managed to getoff at his stop this time. It was Friday an... he hadthought up a plan for this evening's entertainment. HisMom was going out, and he had a night of fun planned.The woods behind their house ran along the back yardsof every house on the street.He wasn't sure why he had never thought of it before,but if he cut through the woods to behind Julie'shouse, he just might be able to catch a glimpse. Who will give me 300?” Mr. Chan raised his finger. “Mr. Chan has 300. Who will give me 325? The black man, Mr. Rollins, said “325”“Mr. Rollins has 325. Who will give me 350?” Mr. Chan raised his finger again. “Mr. Chan has 350. Who will give me 375? Mr. Thompson said “375”.“Mr. Thompson has 375. Who will give me 400?” Mr. Chan looked down. He was thinking. He did not raise his finger. “Mr. Thompson has 375. Who will give me 400?” Mr. Rollins, said “400”“400 to Mr. Rollins. Do I hear 425? 400 to. Alexis made it into the gang, andgot the name Keyboard.Mary's Girls were now my girls. Every teenager likes to belong toa clique, and wants to have buddies to just "hang" with. I was nodifferent. Under the name of Nylon, I was now one of thegirls. This would keep me from getting my ass kicked for a year,until the real Kevin Lauterbach emerged from his girlish shell.###About 10 or 15 girls met that Saturday morning for Rabbi Hirsch'ssynagogue service in Meeting Room A on the first floor.. I pulled up the black g-string, and welcomed the string making it's way into my ass. I was used tothat erotic feeling, and didn't know if I would even want to go back tonormal underwear. Next was an A cup, matching black bra, that pushed upmy small tits so they were noticable. Then, the jeans were next. Theywere incredibly feminine, tight, slightly flared, low rise, with a flowerydesign on the ass. I just pulled them up and expelled all my breath tofit into them. My g-string was obvious.