It was my time to be the victim, but as I prepared to die, little did I know just exactly what kind of sacrifice I was to be.The womenfolk of their vi...lage arrived silently at the hovel and motioned to me that it was time to be prepared as a gift to the god. They walked me to the nearby stream, where I was dunked in the chilly water as they began to wash me down with a strong soap. They scrubbed me with reeds and small pumice stones until my skin was raw and red from the effort. I was then. She began playing with my balls as her head bobbed up and down my hard shaft. I felt her mouth pull away as she started stroking my dick relentlessly. Soon I felt the familiar feeling as my balls tightened up. My cock began throbbing in her hand as she picked up her pace. The cum began racing down my cock. I felt her mouth catch my cum as she milked my cock. I opened my eyes to look at my loving girlfriend. Only problem was that it wasn't my girlfriend. It was Shane's wife, Lacy. A sudden. What would his parents think of their son suddenlybecoming their daughter?He saw a neat little uniform sitting on the table in the centre of theroom, and decided to see if it would fit. His shirt didn't really fitproperly, and the fabric was making his breasts itch. The bra did wandersto help solve that, and his soft pink panties felt amazing as they slidalong his smooth, hairless legs. The olive green formal skirt came next,reaching down to his knees, followed by a turtleneck shirt of. It felt strangely erotic. His hands rubbed my leg and then my foot and ankle.“Does this hurt?”I shook my head no. It didn’t hurt, it felt good actually. “Did you hurt your other foot?”I told him I didn’t think so. He said we should check just to make sure. He slowly took off my other shoe and then rolled down my other sock. His fingers were touching my skin lightly. My bare legs were open some what and he was standing between them. My plaid skirt was hiked up slightly and I knew he could see my.