She looked at his face that she knew so well. He too had high cheekbones and a slightly haughty nose. His eyebrows were full but it was the eyes thems...lves that once more riveted her: deep brown but bright, brimming with energy and determination and at this moment love. Not a sloppy spaniel love but a strong possessive and adoring love. She looked lower and noted his enlarging penis. That was an old friend with whom she intended shortly to renew acquaintance. Then his legs, strong and. "Kate. Short for Kathleen."Somehow, without me agreeing to it verbally, it became fairly settled that night that I was going to be changed into a 5 foot 3 inch girl named Kate. I guess it was embarrassment that kept me from simply saying to Arnie or myself, 'Yep, I wanna be a girl, all right'. But the truth was that I did wanna be a girl, all right. Especially that girl in the picture-Arnie's girl. She was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen, and I think I knew how Arnie must have. " "Oh baby," I respond to the image she had just presented and began to get hard. "Are you naked?" she asked. "No, I am wearing boxers." "Cotton or silk?" "Silk." "I love the feel of silk boxers against my skin. Do me a favor and let your cock out," she requested. I complied and soon my rock hard shaft is in the air. "Are you hard?" she asked. "Yes." Good. Now I want you to grab it and gently stroke it." I slowly began to stroke myself to the sounds of her breathing and small moans in my ear. "You dirty little thing, you just can't stand it, can you?" he says teasingly. "You can't stand it, sitting there, not being played with," he continues, his voice getting deeper and more intense."You need my big strong hands on your tits, don't you." It's not a question, and Sarah doesn't answer it. She rolls one shoulder and looks to the side, mouth parting and eyes starting to flutter as she subtly arches her back, pushing her chest forward."Look at you, you can barely breathe. Squirming.