I’ve always enjoyed the company of pretty young ladies. Betula, a pretty name for a pretty girl.”She smiled cryptically. “You think I’m young,...then?”“Seems so, to me.”“Perhaps you should not judge by appearances.”“Perhaps so. But you are very pretty.”She smiled again. “Thank you. And you are a handsome man. And a gentleman, it seems.”I smiled too, recently an unfamiliar expression, and one my face took a second or two to adopt. “But old. Betula. Hebrew for ‘maid’, I think.”Still smiling, she. . I need to hear me say I wanted to bea girl. Please." Very well, come."He took me to his lab, and then said, "Wait."After what must have been a half hour or more, he came out carrying asmall tape recorder."Allow me to escort you to your room, Eve. I'll .... give you all theprivacy and time you need. When you're ready, tell me, and I'll destroythe tape, if you wish."We went back to my room, and I sat by the vanity, and listened to thetape. I found my answers to be girly, but on a second listen. He leaned forward and jerked the majority of his load all over my tits. His hot, sticky cum splattered on my tits, my nipples and nearly covered my areola. Cum gobs dribbled down my 34D tits, down between my tits, down the sides of my body. My father did not notice that some of his cum got on my shirt. After he finished blowing his sticky white cum wad over me, he stayed there for a minute or two surveying the sight of my body with his cum all over it. I am sure he was happier with this sight. "He's not in there, but I'm sure he'll be back soon. Unless ... someone found him?" I'm here," he called, to Alison's visible relief, and picked his way through the woods back to the cabin.As he approached, he felt a bit uncomfortable with his nakedness. Both of these women had seen him naked and had very intimate contact with the organs on display. But somehow the idea of being naked with either of them didn't feel right with the other one watching."See who I dragged in?" Alison asked with a.