He then pushes her down in the barber chair, and yanks off herrunning shoes before I undo her belt and pull down her pants."Stand up," I order. "Show ...s what you got."She stands up and sees herself in mirror -- totally changed from feminineto masculine. She sees herself in tube socks, tighty whitey briefs with acock bulge, the tip of which is poking out of the fly, and a white beaterundershirt covering her flat chest, flattened by the ace bandagecompressing her tits.Joe pushes her to the back. ‘Then after a couple of years I moved to Philly. And now I’m taking an extended road trip of sorts, I guess,’ she went on. He nodded, focusing on the food. Eve was silent as she watched his hands. ‘I’ve mostly been doing administrative – clerical – jobs,’ she continued when he didn’t speak. She sighed softly. ‘I still don’t really know what the hell I’m doing with my life,’ she added. He set two plates, each with a large sandwich, on the table along with a bowl of carrots, celery, and broccoli.. It really had been a long day. Florida in the summer is hot as fuck if you didn’t know and, even if you’re used to the heat, you sweat a lot. Steven was not a light sweater. The aroma coming from his balls was pungent but not unpleasant. If you’ve ever touched your balls and later sniffed your fingers after a long day you know the smell. I had smelled that scent a thousand time in the gym locker room and never gave it a second thought until now. In an odd way it turned me on.Steven’s cock. They both have the hots for you. They'd be queer not to. You'd be a fool not to want those strapping lads. I know you must think about it. Are those the confessions that keep getting you in so much trouble with Long Dong John?" If they were, you would have heard about it by now. No, Shauna, some stains you wear and some you absolve and take your fucking like a slut. Those incestuous fantasy stains I'll wear until we get a pastor without an intercom." It would make little difference, now." Yes,.