. wait that cant be right.... but Stacy was no longer a man inmind but a girly girl, she obediently wanted to make her new alphamaster happy as she gi...gled and blushed maidenly. just like a cuteinnocent girl would do.the other once earth men also were getting ready. all shaved themselvessmooth. nice and feminine, following the lead of Stacy. smelling justlike real women!in their minds the new girls, once men, thought "what are we?." thesesuper men are the real men. we are the girls. and we need. ’ She moved around in my embrace. Her behind rubbed on me. She could tell I was hard. ‘You are making me wet. Doesn’t that put out fires?’ She giggled. ‘Female juice is incendiary.’ ‘OMG, you are so bad. I’ve let myself get trapped in the wilderness with a horny writer and he is killing me with words.’ My fingers worked on her neck and shoulder muscles. My tongue licked her ear and worked around to her lips. She turned and pressed into me. We kissed and rocked back and forth. The bed was only a. She seems surprised and startled for a moment before returning the hug. He kisses her on the lips, not caring that everyone nearby is staring at them. They exchange greetings and head out of the station. “So, what do you want to do first?” she asks. His stomach rumbles. “How about we grab something to eat,” he replies. They walk over to a nearby restaurant. They order their food and sit down in a booth. His shyness kicks in and he can’t think of what to say. She helps out by starting the. Since the break-up, her libido had been down but, on this latest business trip, it had come back with a roar. Unfortunately, she had been sharing a room with a colleague and so had never had privacy for a proper masturbation session. She had been too tired the night before after the flight but she was determined that she would have a few good orgasms while relaxing beside the pool. “Mark, are you home?” She called out and waited. “Mark?” She kicked off her flip flops at the door, then headed.