He’d tossed and turned all night, sexually frustrated and disturbed by Penelope’s words of undying love to that man, Dunsforth. When he arrived d...wn at breakfast, he gave everyone who looked up a curt nod before taking his place at the head of the table. Having little appetite, he settled only for a cup of coffee before scanning the newspaper. He didn’t bother to contribute to any of the conversations going on at the table, though he noticed Alex Coulter, the Earl of Whittenhall exchanged a. "How good an ogre you are."You rub your hands over your face. "I don't think that's a good idea." You don't think so? I disagree. I think it's a very good idea." Why are you doing this?"Ian laughs. "Why am I doing this? I don't believe that's the question you should be asking, friend. The question you should be asking is why aren't more people doing this?"You swallow and find the words, but just barely. "Perhaps because we are unattractive to your kind." Hmm, yes, so I've heard." He smiles and. It was only fair, so I let him. Except that standing up, he couldn’t see much. We went down to the stream and I laid on my back on large mostly flat rock and opened my legs for him. Now, I had already been looking at myself in the mirror, and had read books about girls becoming women, and I had also seen some “health” videos online, which were really porn. I think Scott had seen some videos, too, because he asked where my clit was, except he said “clitoris”, like in the books. He asked if my. Love.”“Well Franco, I’m hoping to go down on a lot tonight.”We both chuckled at the double entendre and Franco looked back towards the television screen as the newsreader was telling the world about impending financial problems in the City of London.“By the way, once the party gets going all that depressing telly stuff goes off. There’s a little more in the line of, erm, adult entertainment,” Franco said.“Porno I take it?” I replied, knowingly. “Of course, but it’s all our own stuff, shot here.