Damien, or Nancy as he now thought of himself, loved being totallysissified. He adored the lovely girly clothes and spent agesexperimenting with his m...ke-up. His hair had grown into a full thickmane which meant he no longer needed a wig. Rosie spent hours withcurling tongs, rollers and bobbie-pins styling and re-styling his hair.A change had taken place in his body too. Not only was his hair thickerand finer, his skin had taken on a soft velvety texture, and mostsurprising of all he was growing. I watched Ruth reposition her fingers to spread her lips further apart, as a solid stream flowed out of her bush and splashed onto my chest. I had definitely never done this before, but I was extremely excited watching her golden stream flow onto my chest and run down the sides. I brought my hands up to her hips and rubbed up and down her thighs and back to her buttocks. Once her flow had stopped, she released my penis from her grasp and picked up the showerhead. She rinsed down my body and. I ignored this asshole and carried on with my lecture.“Here’s the river,” I pointed to the two lines with my twig. “And here’s where our cattle are now.” I drew an X below the two lines. “And this is where we want ‘em to be when we’re all said and done.” I drew a circle above river and another two lines straight through it. “This here is the shallow part. It’ll serve as our crossing.”I looked around at the men’s faces trying to determine if they were following along or not.Most nodded. “I know what you want ... You want to please me ... Don’t you? You want to lick my pussy, don’t you?”The dog wags his tail a little – the words mean nothing, he wants to fuck the shit out of her - but he knows just from the tone of her voice he knows she’s going to do something nice – so he’s excited.She barely changes position on the couch, her upper body virtually stationary, as she opens her legs, spreading her thighs wide, exposing that neatly trimmed pussy to the beast. As her thighs part.