"Mrs Carnoustie looked shocked. Moira smiled lopsidedly."I know," she said. "You'd never expect a daughter to talk about her father like that but I'm ...fraid it's true."Mrs Carnoustie shook her head. "We need to give it a try," she said, "otherwise if and when we take the case to court it will be thrown out."Moira shrugged. "OK," she said. "You're the one with the experience and knowledge. May I suggest a meeting with my father? It'll have to be an evening one or on a Saturday as he works all. " Yeah, I'm fine, wait, what did you just call me?" Greg, now Christy,sprang up in surprise finally coming to fully realize what had happened.The blonde girl sighed, "I suppose this is just part of the job, firstof all I'm Tristan, and secondly, yes, you are a girl, this store wascreated to show men that shopping can be fun, and that being a woman canbe too," she told the small girl who sighed."So I suppose I'm stuck like this for the rest of my life, huh?" shehung her head sadly, not wanting. I undid his trousers; got off the bed and simply tugged them, together with his underpants, straight off. His legs were smooth and looked quite strong. At his crotch stood a long cock, with some blonde hair around it and two balls, snug and tight in their little sack. I knelt down between his legs and traced my tongue along the inside of his leg, making long lines, starting and stopping, sometimes nipping the skin with my teeth. My fingers caressed other parts of his leg at the same time. I let. "It's a pretty name, to go with a pretty woman," he said. Somehow the words didn't seem to fit the way he was looking at me. There was only one man who said things like that to me and made me feel like he meant them. And unfortunately I had to share him with a woman I'd never be able to beat. This was just another lonely cowboy, looking for an evening's pleasure to chase away either his horniness, loneliness or some other problem."Look Darla," he said picking up his beer. "You look like a woman.