And so the conveyer belt resumed; one happy lovelorn girl seemed to melt into the next. Wendy or Fran would call the name as each girl entered but I h...rdly took it in. Even some of the faces seemed unfamiliar; I realised that the process of fancying women and generating the right pheromones must have been going on that day in the tent at an unconscious as well as a conscious level. Inge, the Danish girl on the tube, drifted by at one point, I noticed, but most of the time I was just fucking,. Suddenly I feel someone’s hands holding my arms against the wall, his body grinding against me, and his lips locked onto mine.I try to push him off, but he just grinds hard. Finally I break free of his kiss. “John what are you doing? We’re cousins!” I hiss in a low whisper“But, I love you!” he quickly says and crashes his lips back into mine. I hear footsteps coming down the stair and start to panic. ‘What if they see us? What would they say or do?’ I push him off with all I have, got out of. Polly and Mary gave Michele an insolent look and glanced over to themen's table and were happy to see that Jimmy, Jean and Billy werefurtively glancing their way. Polly wriggled in her seat and smoothedher skirt ensuring her stocking-tops were on display and was rewardedwith a gasp when the boys saw her thighs. Mary pushed out her breastsand run her hand though her hair and was rewarded with a smile."Just be careful!" Michele snapped again and stood up and left thetable.She went back to the. ... i turned into the lane as cars going in both directions blasted their horns at my wiggling ass as i worked that ass alongthe side of the road, made up jewelery hair do. mini dress stockings heels an nails toes an my hands perfume and silky smooth skinned too , as totally fem. as is poss without reassignment. I wandered along the lane a little till i could see a coupla fellas stood talkin, so i turned right onto a little pathway along to the picnic area where it`s all grass an table benches,.