I suppose it's hard to be clingy when you actually GET the person you want as often as you want them. We met up almost every weekday and a couple of S...turdays as well. Sometimes we met up with friends to hang out around the mall or see a movie, with Megan keeping her hand firmly planted in mine. Sometimes we went out alone, going for walks and just talking to each other.Sometimes we hung out at my house. Megan would sit next to me while I played a video game, watching me or reading a book. She. I loved it back then. I was insecure about telling Sandy about all this, so one afternoon while we were playing, I hinted that I loved the feel of her panties against my balls. She let me try on her panties and I immediately got hard, this turned her on. One thing led to another and she would let me dress up every time we met. We were both turned on by this and eventually she started to take charge. She started asking me if I had fantasies about being with a guy. At first I denied it, but she. Your destiny was to get married, pop out a couple of kids, and work at the Country Corner Cafe if you stuck around.I had bigger dreams, and right after high school, I jumped on a bus and headed east. I'd never felt like there was anything for me in that hick town. The boys did nothing for me. Oh, they tried to be great dates. They took me to the movie theater or the diner and then up to Pincher's Point Road. They were all the same. Cop a feel, try to get in my pants, and 'see ya later.' I. I was on a horizontal position on a mattress wrapped in sheets and aquilt in darkness. I was confused through remembering two things Iremembered being the only son of a long dead elderly couple and theoldest daughter of a towering businessman, Annette and Deborah were mysisters. I tried to compose my thoughts but needed to be up. So my firstaction was pushing the quilt over, it activated dim lights and saw I wasin a womans nightie, I felt new sensations all over my body, my handswere feminine,.