The girl made a frightened face."Who are you?" Moon asked in a whisper."My name is Yuki" she lied. Her name was actually Snowhalk of the Fuma Clan. Mo...n weighed what he would say next."My name is Nanashi" Snowhalk struggled to keep her face passive. Nanashi? wasn't that Edo dialect for Nameless? She knew he had lied, just as she had. They had been trained to."Hello Nanashi" she gave a fake smile. Moon nodded in return."what do you want?" he asked her suspiciously, even though he Knew she was a. The story iscalled "The Birth of Superwoman!" (I guess now we know the origin ofSuperman's younger cousin, Supergirl.)A third issue has Superman switch bodies with Lois Lane. Wearing anapron over his dress, the feminized version of the Man of Steel,looking, for all the world, like Lois Lane, stands (in high-heeledshoes), hands on hips, glaring at the thief who stole his body. "Lois,you thieving cunt! Give me back my body!" he demands. The femalereporter, looking very masculine, indeed, in. She agreed and away I went. I pumped in and out of her and prayed for the feelings to come back to num balls. I wanted it to feel so good that when I finally came it would be worth the risk. I truly did hope I wouldn’t just suddenly feel an unexpected gush that would only cum if I had exploded with out warning. I couldn’t say that wouldn’t happen and I did continue to pump that pussy for all I was worth. I took the risk so I could have an orgasm but the next three or four times I got ready to. Patrick asked it I wanted another wine, and I said I was fine at which point Janet squeezed my leg and said “go on he does’t often offer to buy a drink” and we all chuckled so I agreed. Needless to say it was a lovely social time, chatting and laughing not over flirty though I knew it was going fine as Janet kept touching my arm or thigh, so I did the same.It was a nice lunch and flowed all in the right direction. At the end of the meal we split the bill and I had to excuse myself to go back to.