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Billy helps his group and Sharon's group produce their next manga. There are more costumes for him and the girls have some more good natured fun with him.

The Girls Confess their Love for Aki

by

Paula Dillon

The Adventure continues in Part 3!

With the current spate of stories highlighting somewhat the tragedy that many find at this time of year (all well written) I hope this lighter tale will be just as well received.
I had planned a slightly different plot during this stories inception whereby the protagonist had been a war hero but ultimately it added too much detail most unneeded. However that left me with no title. It was however written on New Years Day and thus is:...

So, there I stood. Or rather sat, wishing that I was somewhere else. This was wrong. I was starting to get very tired of being threatened. I stood up, smiling at him, then I started to walk towards him. He backed as I moved and forcing him back out in the living room I told him.

“You better shot if you want me to stay, because I’m leaving.”

He looked at me as if trying to gauge my seriousness, suddenly he put his piece away, looking almost embarrassed.

“Peter, do you want to tell me about it?” I asked gently.

“About what?” Peter asked.

“About why you want to kill yourself?”

“My parents came back early and caught me. Mum, walked out of the room saying I wasn’t her son anymore and dad…”

I told him to just remove his camisole. He was wearing the first bra I bought and loved, the Playtex Cross-Your-Heart soft cup bra. I told him how much I like this bra, wished my wife would like me wear it more. I put the tape around his chest for the band size and reached around his strong big back. I was melting, he smelled so good, being so close to him and he knew it, I was so turned on!

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“…And next tonight ‘Der 90.Geburtstag’.”

Drew grabbed the TV remote and randomly hit a button.

“Hey I was watching that!” Jules complained.

“It’s on every year.”

“So?”

“Let your sister watch it kiddo.” Mum instructed the younger sibling.

With ill grace the idiot box was returned to WDR3.

Okay, so he didn't have to get me drunk.
Here I was sprawled on top of a mink coat naked on top of his classic Rolls Royce that he only drove on special occasions. I was holding Pandora, the cat, next to my chest to hide the lack of breasts.
My package, lets just say it was hidden underneath and on top of the mink. No one could tell I wasn't really a woman.
"We're almost done," said Robert, a professional photographer friend of Frank's.
"So where will this one hang, Frank?" Robert asked.
"I was thinking maybe the den Bob," he said with a chuckle.

Growing up isn’t easy for anyone, and certainly Cynthia Lewis is no exception. The hormones are starting to flow in greater quantities than they ever have before. Suddenly, the doubts that had been hiding in the depths of her mind are beginning to surface. Menarche is pending, and Cindy is beginning to think that she doesn’t have what it takes to be a woman. She is suddenly very afraid.