"Now, plassssse your feet on the rootssss of the treessss, and plasssse the palmssss of your handssss assss high up on the trunksss of the treessss as...ss you can..."Tonya spread her legs apart, placing one on each tree's roots, then she reached up as high as she could, and placed her hands on the trunks, palms down. The moment she was finished, she felt her hands and feet being grabbed! She tried to pull away, but the trees had suddenly grown to cover the girl's extremities; she was totally. "Do you want to give him a blowjob?" Carol asked.That made Muriel pause for just a moment. "No. That's for marriage, too." OK," Carol said. "Now, let's assume that it is OK for you to masturbate him. What would be your reasons for doing it? What would you be feeling as you did it?" Oh, wow!" Muriel exclaimed. "I love him a lot. I know it would make him feel good, and I would like to give him that feeling. I know this whole nudity business is stressful for him, and I want to help any way I can.". "Incredible!' Lorraine finally responded, 'who would have ever thoughtthat so much erotic power could be associated with something as mundaneas a curler?" They may be mundane to us, but in the context of males undergoingfeminization they are anything but! And the same goes for almost all ofthe external trappings of femininity. We have effectively 'weaponized'anything and everything their little minds might associate with girls,women, and societal definitions of femininity! We have pink. “Ok I’ll take the bet!” said Bob comfortably “But if I win she comes home with me and gives me the blow job in my home!”“Yeah if that’s what you want!” my Husband replied lethargicallyMy husband turned over his cards to display a nice flush.“Read them and weep” he said as he leant back in his chair smugly.Bob looked him in the eye and said“I won’t be crying tears of sorrow but tears of joy!”Bob placed his cards neatly on the table as he revealed a full house.My husband’s jaw fell then he looked.