Malcolm Scott looked up at the sound, and said, “Come on in, Dwight. How was your trip?”“Excellent. It’s been years since I’ve been there, a...d I’d forgotten just how beautiful it is.”“Did you get to do some fishing?”“Did I ever. Those mountain streams are just teeming with fish. I spent some time teaching the boys how to handle a fly rod, and Tommy ended up catching a trout that weighed more than two pounds.”“I bet that made his day. He’s what, twelve?”“Not for another four months. Brian is. A huge BBC reached out to my profile first, then just settled for some head when he'd easily be able to get anybody to fuck that monster cock? I considered backing out. It didn't sit right with me, but ultimately I decided having a cock like that might not happen again."I can only host until 11, maybe 11:30" he told me. It was already 10:20, and he was 20 minutes away. Could that possibly turn out bad? That's cutting it close. I rushed to my car and typed his address in the GPS.I pulled up. "The girls looked a bit flustered and out of sorts but secretly I felt they both deserved it because of their unforgiving attitude. I watched my Tootoo stretched the first one's tiny anus with his pencil dick and ride her backside like she was a stubborn mule with no sense. The other one just pulled off her loin cloth and waited for her turn. I think the second one was sort of looking forward to it because she was already letting her fingers get busy between her legs to warm up. My attention. . . when I heard that, I was only too happy to oblige!Now just think how convenient it will be for you. Every time youwant to have sex, you'll be able to get your hands on a `body likethat' . . . your own!" Her laughter filled the room, almost echoingfrom all around me.I slumped to the floor crying. "I don't want to be a woman, I'm aman! Please . . . please, I'll do anything . . . just turn me back . . .please!" Stop sniveling . . . you make me sick!" she ordered. "You'vemade your own bed,.