Despu?s de hecharle un ojo a mi nueva ropa, encontr? un traje sastre (saco y falda) que llamo mi atenci?n. Cuando era hombre algo que me agradaba de l...s mujeres era el que usaran faldas y lucieran sus piernas.El colocarme la falda no fue dif?cil y menos con mi nueva figura, enseguida me puse una blusa que combinara con el conjunto y me coloque el saco. Por ?ltimo escog? los zapatos, para mi mala fortuna todos eran de tac?n alto, no exist?a un solo tac?n de menos de 4cm., por lo que no tuve. She glided her hand over her legs, her abdomen and her chest. She playfully pinched at her nipples, the oil making them too slick to get a grip, but how good it felt. She took turns working each nipple into a fully erect, tingling nub. Her glass was soon empty, so it freed up both hands. Jessica slid one hand down between her legs and rubbed her fingers through the small patch of hair just above her clit. ‘Oh, yes,’ she whispered. Her middle finger slid across her clit. She closed her eyes and. Carla was sitting on a single lounge chair facing the door. Other than black stockings, a suspender belt and black stilettos, she was stark naked. If that was not enough, what really caught my attention was the fact that she had each silken clad leg d****d over the arms of the lounge. Her clean shaven pussy was stretched wide by the biggest black dildo I have ever seen. She had her eyes almost closed and was easing the dildo in and out of her gaping cunt in a rhythmic movement. My mouth went. A lithe, brunette Norwegian thing shows up at the microphone. For a minute she speaks in animated tones, a lot faster than I can decipher with my meager (but growing) understanding of the language. I do catch 'American' and 'banjo'.Johanna motions me out from the wing of the stage. "Stoney, Margit Voll is the regular harpist for this church and its ensemble. She says that you, an American with a banjo, have invaded her place and she has challenged you to a fight to the death..." Wha..." Dueling.