By the time we got home, we were both whipped fromall of the walking.My Dad saw my new hairdo and just shook his head. He watched as me goup the stair..., the short skirt swirling about my very feminine legs,the scent of my new perfume trailing after me. That night I called mybest friend Richie."I made a serious decision Richie. Starting today I'm dressing as agirl!"After the initial shock, it was why, what do you look like, and so on.Richie was unsure about my revelation, but we had made plans. She had been riding with her body bent slightly forward, but now she slowed and began to sit almost straight upright, as far back in the saddle as was possible. I knew immediately what had happened, and smiled to myself. Olivia had opted to wear jeans that she was almost poured into and that had a zipper in the front. As we were riding at speed in the beginning, she was forced to sit forward, and the saddle horn rubbed against the zipper, which rubbed against her pussy and clit, and she became. She looked back at me and then walked on."Where are we going?" the girl asked, her full breasts bouncing on my forearms, her buttocks firmly against my groin."You have any kin, folks you can trust?"She shook her head."Then I don't know," I said. "I've got work to do." What sort of work?" Scouting," I told her. "I'm a soldier, Maryland Line." It was the easiest way to say it although it was not true."Oh," she said, wiggling and trying to get comfortable, stirring me as she did. She hooked her. ”Do I ever!” he replied hastily.”So do I, it gets unbearable sometimes.”At that point Chloe squirmed around a touch on John’s leg, letting out a slight moan. John found this strange, as they had never been as close as that before. They were sitting in a dark corner of the club, they were pretty much out of sight from anyone, and most of they friends were dancing, apart from Mike, who had passed out on the sofa. Chloe started to move about more on John’s legs, pushing her pussy hard onto him..