After some adjustment, I had corrected that. I could now speak, without giving away my secret.I then went to work on my hands. My damaged left hand wa... a bit of a problem. It was nearly healed, now just slightly smaller than my right hand, still regenerating. I decided to leave it as is; if anyone mentioned it, I could say it had always been that way or make some reference to a childhood injury, which was only partly a lie. After twenty minutes or so of tweaking, I had some convincing skin. Like girls around a swimming pool, daring each other to dive in. The first to take the plunge was Enna. She made a dive for Suzy and they just fell into each other's arms and kissed and kissed. The other's watched and Sonia clapped her hands. Then hands and lips and arms and legs were everywhere. Unbuttoning, unzipping, pulling down and pulling up even tearing. On a mountain of cushions on the soft carpet, the four made one of themselves.Lips found other lips, tongues found crevices and creases. Tom told him how much he liked his work and Pony Walk beamed with pride.When Tom turned to leave Pony Walk called to him, he had a serious expression on his old weathered face. "Long ago, I was war chief of the Cheyenne. I looked at the old warriors of the village, and said that they were useless, but I gave them meat for their cook pots. When I was too old to be war chief I was still a good hunter and warrior, I helped the Cheyenne be strong and we made our enemies shake in fear. Now I am old,. As the drinks flowed the conversation stopped being about family and the past and more naughty, we kissed and as we did she grabbed my cock through my jeans and whispered “is this for me tonight” I thought too fucking right it is, beer goggles on and pretty pissed and horny “it’s yours if you want it, where do you want it?” I whispered in her ear as I grabbed a handful of her fat arse. She still had hold of my now growing cock “fuck me you’re a big boy, have I made it grow like that? I want it.