She mentioned that a friend from work was over and they were trying out some new drinks. I said ok, thinking nothing out of the ordinary and hung up. ... got home in a little bit and came in the front door. I didn't see anyone. Looking around a bit, I started to wonder. Then I said, "I'm home". She replied that she was in the kitchen. I hung up my coat and walked in the kitchen and she was their with there with her friend making up a new batch of drinks to try out. I grabbed a beer out of the. “The outer wrappings didn’t do justice to the goods within.”She shifted her pose: chin up, one arm draped over her head. “So, you like?”“Oh, yes, I like. I like you a lot. All of you.”“Then you’d better strip,” she said, grinning. “Can’t fuck me with all your clothes still on. Well, you could, but—”“Fuck? I think you mean make love.” His eyes twinkled as he fingered a shirt button.“Make love, fuck… it’s all the same.”“It most certainly is not.” He pointed an accusing finger at her sniggering. He shaved his arms and legs and underarms. After the shower, he dried off and rubbed lotion and baby oil all over his body. He was very sweet smelling and smooth. He got ready for school.Stepping into a lacy pair of pink panties and then sliding the taupe pantyhose up his smooth legs, he felt unusually sexy staring at his red toenails shinning brightly through the darker material of the sandalfoot hose. He stepped into his new Levis fit and flair boy-cut jeans with a 20" leg opening. The jeans. That I could run whenever the terrain allowed it, spoke of how lightly I was packed, and being lightly packed, I was forced to participate more completely in the daily hunting the boys undertook. I had my wizard's kit, a bedroll and little else save a small selection of spices and seasonings. The only item of cookware I carried was a small pot in which I brewed my lavis.It did take a little magic to keep up with the boys, but less than I thought. Once more I considered the weaving I'd done in.