I fired a shot into the disturbance at chest level and saw a massive change in the way the brush moved. There was no further movement in that section ...f the bushes, so I was sure that it was another dead Navajo.I moved away from that location where I had fired my pistol in order to escape the plume of powder smoke. The breeze was blowing hard enough to disperse the smoke fairly rapidly, but not before it might have been spotted. None of the Navajos had a gun, so they would know who it was who. I jumped out of bed and looked in the mirror. Looking back was anothergirl, all made up, breasts jutting out and wearing a long gown. My legswere shaved and my eyebrows had been thinned. I looked in the mirroragain and saw I even had my ears pierced with dangling earrings. What inthe world had happened to me?All I could do was gasp as I ran to the bathroom. Looking myself over, Ididn't like look like William anymore, but I was Rachael. A beautifulfull head of blonde hair fell into my eyes. Even. Twelve years into our marriage Jay started talking about getting with other couples and having open sex in a group. I was not so sure about this and was not willing to jump in right way. We did talk and we both got horny just talking about having sex with someone else in front on one another. A couple of times when we went out to dinner or shopping Jay would say crazy things like "I'd like to see you suck that guys cock." The guy might be young or old it did not make any difference. I got into. Maureen, the Pussy Wetting (production) manager, a true redhead, had a dreamy look in her eyes. She had a tough time applying lipstick to her smiling red lips. The daisy chain with the other two must have given her a lot of pleasure. I’ve never seen such a serene look on her face. Prudence, the secretary of The Pussy Power Company, with the body of a porn star and the brains of a fish, walked up to me. We stood nipple-to-nipple, face-to-face. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear: ‘She is.