I scrubbed off all my makeup; dressedin the smallest of my male clothes - but still looked ridiculous; theyhung off me - and went for my salon appoint...ent. Initially my stylistdidn't recognise me and was horrified when I told her I wanted her tocut off my stylish long hair so that I would be left with a short,brush-cut. "But Mademoiselle Angel, I cannot do that" she protested, "Itwould be a sacrilege!" I insisted; "It is what I want, and from now onmy name is 'John" not 'Angel'. The stylist. I heard a rustling and a woman stepped out from the branches. Her hair was straight and gray, and tied back in a ponytail. Her hips were wide, her long breasts swaying beneath her toga. "This is Amy, my dearest in the world," said Bakkala. "We planned to meet here." And Amy smiled at me and kissed me gently. And strangely enough, I felt myself swelling at just the touch of her lips. "He likes me,” announced Amy with a giggle. "Who would blame him?" "And I know why he desires you as well.. I was surprised when Ellie called me up a few days later. “I want to do a more detailed article about local talent. Would you mind?”“No, I wouldn’t mind at all.”“Can I come to your home? I’d like to take a couple of pictures of you in your own space, get a feel for the real you.”“Let me think about it.”“Call me.”I called her. I agreed and told her where I lived and she said she knew it. When, she wanted to know, would be convenient? We agreed one Monday evening when I could relax a bit now that. My pussy remained as wet as a river the whole time as I rubbed it back and forth at a medium speed. A minute later, she reached forward and grabbed his shoulders. That way, she could thrust off his dick even more and make those bundles of joy flop around even more.I had to check those out, too, not because I wanted to do it with her, but just because of the situation. He loved her, and I wanted to extend the same thing, at least to some extent. I wanted to feel her melons for myself, but.