In life he was a driver of a fork-lift, still is, and the 8 till 5day suited him well. Monday to Friday loading pallets of bog-rolls in the big dry wa...ehouse hardly stretched him mentally, or for that matter physically truth be told, and he was slowly getting paunchy. Saturday, he tended the back yard, and after tea an hour or two in the local club together, Sunday, late start, pub on his own, late dinner telly, then evening in front of the fire, life pottered on. Sexually though they had been. Kelly's sweaty palms pressed up against my chest, her face screamed out in awe of the unknown; her body screamed out in anticipation of things to come. I slid into her as slowly as my 9" would allow, and the deeper I got, the more surprised I was at just how tightly her pussy squeezed me on all sides."Oh, God, Kelly." I groaned, "You're so fucking tight!"I moved slowly, waiting for that one breakthrough moment when I would take her to new heights. The delicious torture lasted so long that my. Still, they couldn'tbe..."I think you're turning into a girl," Jessie told me with a look ofamazement."No way," I protested with as much energy as I could muster, "Justbecause you had a sex change, that doesn't mean I am..."Jessie looked a little hurt at that and I immediately felt bad. I feltworse due to the fact that what he said made a certain sense when Ithought about the other changes that I'd been worried about."I...I can't be turning into a girl," I protested weakly, gesturingdown at. He was smiling, but it was somewhat grim. "They do say nothing happens by chance to a child of God."(For the benefit of those unfamiliar with the stone, Jet is a black stone than polishes like marble. As far as I know it occurs only in or near Whitby in Yorkshire, and has been prized for jewellery since Queen Victoria took to it after the death of her beloved Albert).Dulcie took the cross out of its box and fastened it round her neck. It sat high, just below the little hollow called the.