After reaching her neck at the front, I brought them down over her tits again and down her sides, pulling them across her waist until my fingertips we...e touching on her belly. While I was doing this, I was kissing, licking and nibbling across her shoulders and the top of her back. Giving slightly harder nips on her shoulder blades when she pushed them out.My hands found the button on her jeans and as one popped it open, the other pulled her zip down.“I know it’s almost sacrilege to spoil such. I know better than to stand up to her thumps.She turned her worst into a pointed finger... “It was wasn’t it,” Karen said ... disappointedly. She’d like nothing better than an excuse to knock me down.“David is David,” said the Denver women ... all four of them. “Who is this Medicinewolf guy?”Sally and Karen pointed at me. Karen said, “I’ve known him longer than any of you. He’s Hairy ... H A I R Y ... not Harry ... he is NOT a Harold. Take yer shirt off Hairy.”I did.“Eww,” said Sally.“That. .. and boots. The feminized man thrilled at handlingthose latter fashions, which for him symbolized his bride's dominance, aswell as adding inches to her already superior height. He sighed as hefinally got everything perfectly displayed. Then he glanced back at theclock on her dresser and realized she was due home soon. Not that Zarafelt obligated to stay on any predetermined schedule. And of course hehad absolutely no say in what she did, not unless she asked for his inputon a new shade. " She blushed. "I wanted to know what I looked like as a blond."Samantha smiled. "I don't have permission to make you a blond, but we can put up a hologram of you with blond hair, if you're interested." Sure," a startled Belinda agreed. She hadn't thought of holograms.Unlike Camp Shackleton's Art Deco/Streamline Moderne architecture, Base Scott used Late High Victorian as its design palette, with minarets, gargoyles, copper roofs, red brick and lots of fancy filigree in wrought iron gracing its.