IceMarch Pass was a narrow slip of a path worn into the mountains. It was just wide enough for a single cart to navigate, if the driver were exception...lly brave, or exceptionally stupid, or exceptionally well loved by all the collective gods named and unnamed. The pass alternated between steep rises and long, stretching gradual climbs, sudden blind turns and serpentine windings in an ever increasing climb. The way was slow, and grueling, and the path was heaped with snow and, as they went. Bobbie was dressed pretty much the same way as I was. A businesstype suit in charcoal grey and medium heeled half boots. As weleft the salon and I heard our heels clicking on the sidewalkoutside, I felt, well, liberated is the best word, I guess. Iknew that, to the world, thanks to the magic worked by the girlsin the salon, I looked like a woman. The sound of those heelswas like an affirmation of that fact.Every step seemed to say, 'Look at me. I am WOMAN! ' Bobbieseemed to sense what I was. ”“That explains why you have that lump in your pants?” If it wasn’t for the darkness she would have seen is face turning a few shades of red. He didn’t think she had noticed, but it was true.Except for the lessening breeze going through the fallen leaves not a sound was heard. Slumping down beside her James positioned his head onto her chest hearing her heart beat through the thin fabric. As his head nosed toward her tits her heartbeat began to race. He had succumbed to his inner cravings, even. After about a minute or two she had her first orgasm ever. She was moaning like nothing I had heard before, flooded the sheets, my face, and my tired tounge in the process. She restrained herself from screeming, which seemed a very hard task. She finally descided to give my straining cock its freedom and attenion. I had to lift myself up so she could get my shorts and boxers off, so being so close to her face when she pulled down my boxers, my dick sprung out and struck her in the lips. She.