It was a quiet road that we lived in, but even so it was a minor miracle that no one had passed by. It was probably only a few minutes, but in my agon... it seemed like hours that we stood facing each other before Kylie broke the silence. ‘I only want to chat for a bit,’ she claimed innocently. I gave in. ‘All right, Kylie, you win. But not here in the street. Come in my house, OK?’ She looked ecstatic. ‘OK,’ she said, and retreated hurriedly up her garden path without ever taking her eyes off. On the one hand, I was uncomfortable. I had only really known these girls since college, but it felt like a lot longer. We were tight, inseparable on campus. We commiserated during times of strife and celebrated our victories together.Most friends didn’t start sucking each other’s nipples and massage their G-spot at the drop of a hat. You only see that kind of ridiculousness in porn or poorly written smut. Yet there I was, with two fingers inside me and a boob on my face like I was some kind of. Ellie didn't seem to know justhow sexy she was. Carly had been planning on taking Ellie to a clubfrequented by the crossdressing community, the idea being that Elliewould be more comfortable amongst other crossdressers. They would stillgo clubbing, but to a venue Carly often frequented when she was betweenlovers. In the past she had picked up both males and females, even onone occasion a married couple, for some sexual fun.I the morning I could hear Carly moving about, so getting up I went. After I had washed and dried the blankets, I put them on the porch. You can bet they were gone the next morning.I had brought all of the guns into the house. I made a really nice gun rack that fit perfectly on the side of one of the bookshelf areas. I was able to put all of the shotguns, rifles, pistols, and ammunition in the area. I put my personal Beretta M9 in with them. Over it, I put up a panel that didn't look like a door to secure the weapons. I didn't want to put a lock on the house.