My breath came out a little relaxed now that I knew that she wasn'tgoing to be removing my testicles. I did look at what she had circledwith a sharpy...."Can't I pick my breasts?" I asked. I saw that some newmen showed their wives what they could choose from. Of course, if thegirl picked what his husband didn't want then she'd just do what shewanted anyways. But, there was the illusion of choice.Mother on the other hand just shook her head. "No you do not. I am goingto make the decision. I am. I showed her the man she gave a beautiful smile an went with him in the dark place. They went in the railway headquarters, just side by the station. I was observing them from far where I was standing. When they went inside then I went there just like that walking slowly as there was much time for the train to leave . When I went there to my surprise I heard the moaning sound. I followed the path from where the sound was coming it was dark everywhere no one around . I being curious peeped. She was a few years olderthan me, early thirties, tall and willowy with short, blonde tousled hairwho sauntered into the bar wearing a low cut top, skinny jeans and highheeled boots. She was staying for three nights, being involved in a bigphoto shoot and expensive product launch at an airfield down the road.I'd seen all kinds of women come through that bar, from the blousey,puffing middle aged matrons, to precious beauties and pretentiouschildren trapped in women's bodies, and I'd been happy. Duncan likened making love with Aiyana to a symphony, slow buildups, intermittent peaks with a finish that crashes over you, taking you places you never dreamed of going. Aiyana had cum several times and her dear sweet Duncan was, as always, happy to offer his services for as long as she desired. They had met by chance at a Native American festival in Kiowa, Montana. Aiyana was not looking for love, considering that she was already in love at the time she met Duncan, finding it with him was a.