Virgins are curious by nature though..."Ready?" He asked me, voice gentle but urgent. A well of feminine pride clutched my pussy, pleased that I could...do this to him no matter how normal I was in comparison to his glory. Yes, it was a fine thing and I took pride in it.Slowly, as before, he pushed into me until he was sheathed those last scant inches that he wouldn't fit because of the obstruction of my womb. I whimpered but not from pain. A swamp of pleasure took my senses, the edges of orgasm. It was all mine. Two trestles. Between them a plank, on edge. Three feet from the deck. It would destroy me. I had seem them used. Yet I had gaily promised to climb aboard. I kept my promise. Very gingerly, very cautiously I climbed upon my perch. Once astride my legs clamped tight. I leaned my weight upon my hands. They buckled the anklets. How awful when they stretched my legs to either side! I knew I would split. So far. So tight. Now I could never leave the thing on which I sat. I could not. She needed to find that mousy salesgirl and bring her back to Portsmith. With any luck, Linda could get there, find Olivia, and get home before anyone knew she was gone.Patrick woke up very early on Sunday from a bad dream about monsters from outer space. The stars were still out outside his window. Sticky with sweat, he pulled himself out of bed to use the washroom. He stopped in the hall when he noticed that Sally’s door was closed. Their parents kept both his sisters’ rooms the same as when. The proportions of that body were more similar simply because itwas a male skin. The figure of the outrider woman was very different tothat of his own; the shoulders were much slimmer, the hips wider, and itfelt very tight in the crotch.Continuing to struggle, he was able to fit his legs into the skin andeven got the toes aligned properly. He pulled his arms in one at a time,making sure that he could use the arms of the green-skinned orcess as hepulled them up his brown Mag'hari shoulders..