I continued to rub lightly as aftershocks made me pant and moan.After relaxing for a minute I started rubbing my clit again and in no time I was going...at it again. I suddenly wondered what would happened if I changed while aroused. I slowed down rubbing my clit and used both hands to lift the Pendant off my neck thinking I could always put it back on.When the shimmering cleared my lovely tits were gone but I also had an erection. I began stroking it and the feeling was like I was half way to. Thankfully, Lillian pretended not to notice).She told me that I was welcome to try on anything I’d like. I had a sudden vision of her helping me into one of the leather harnesses, the straps framing my tits and cunt. In my fantasy she offered to demonstrate one of the floggers on me, the cat o’ nine tails, leaving my back and ass striped red, ordering me to turn around so that she could do the same to my breasts and cunt, each flick of the knotted leather tails bringing me closer and closer to. He left in excitement. I think he needed that. We started at our house and went to the nearby park, after about 25 minutes, I began reducing my speed and stopped. You tired already Give me a minute. 20 minutes, not bad for an old woman he said jokingly Old? 35 is not old, 60 is old, anyway, when I was 21, I could run for an hour. Its hard to find the time when you are working. Thats what old people say, excuses, you can squeeze time for things you love no matter how busy you are. oh, look. Other trappers have told me that the price of beaver has gone down. The Rendezvous is set for next month, folks are saying this will be the last one,“Humph I just may not go.” I may just find me a squaw and start me a farm. After all That is what my Pappy did back in Ohio. Yep he was a farmer, guess it is in my blood. Me been a mountain man for nigh on to twenty years. Don't know much else.I thought about it for a bit that would make me about thirty seven, 'bout makes me an old man. I reach a.