When I looked into the mirror I only could find Martina, no Martin whatso ever. Below the bodice with my breast and my narrow waist the shortskirt was...flaring out since it had a kind of stiff fabric made into itunderneath."Martina, you are... gorgeous!" And she gave me a kiss."Now, let's remove your pink nail polish and put a red varnish on whichwill fit your dress better."When she was done and I was holding my fingers apart to let the polishdry, my mother removed my earrings and replaced them. They make no move toward me, other than to look over their shoulders' every now and then, but proceed like comrades who have worked together often.Again I am struck at how strange it is to be back home; on Earth, but I am not really sure when it is.Maybe looking over the other two hunters will give me some insights. One of the companions is a tall lanky man with long blond hair that is tied back with a leather thong. He is wearing what I can only think of as an outfit of buckskin, tanned hides. It fit her thighs and hips well; she really liked it, and chose pink nail polish to go with the pink stripe, a white oxford shirt she had borrowed long ago from her brother, and those funky Chuck Taylor blue low top basketball shoes. She liked the whole package, the shirt and shoes kind of camouflaged what was underneath. She really couldn’t wait to see how Michael reacted when she took her shirt off after casually working the shoes off with her toes. Standing in front of a mirror she. "Sorry, I just lost it. I've never quite reacted like that before, not to a good fingering or anything else like that. He touched the inside of my asshole and I felt the shivers, the cold chills of incredible pleasure coursing through my body. I felt the anticipation of my hard cock back there, the sensual contact of his skin inside my butt. There was just something that electrified me, thrilled me, and stimulated me beyond my expectation about his fingers pleasuring my hole. It was like an.