Slowly. Struggling. I finally make a fist, and it feels like she's going to burst. "Oh fuck that's insane". I notice it making her pubic area and lowe... belly move a bit, expanding into the shape of my intruding fist. I uncurl my fingers then curl them again, making a fist, then letting go. Her insides getting wrecked, a mix of frothy liquids, like cream, squeezing out onto her lips and pubes around my wrist. I push as deep as I can and feel it. Her cervix, just barely. I rub my fingertips on. “Here’s how!” Susie showed me where she had wired each of us a million pounds, “there, you’re rich, too, just not as rich as me!”“That’s actually one million, two hundred forty thousand U.S. dollars, you know. If I chose to return. Which I won’t. I’ll give up nearly a quarter of a million dollars to stay here with you and Meral ... and Quincy, that is. Clearly, I won’t need my current job anymore, anyway,” I chuckled as Susie and Meral each slipped me some tongue.“Oh, darling, you’ve just. Her hairy, thick fingers nimbly roll through the fabrics as shedisplays her wares. Like a magician performing some sort of illusion, shetransforms plain cloth into the stuff of dreams with nothing more than asimple flourish and an impish smile.The tourists have come here just for this. They want the completeexperience of Big Brenda's Boutique. Their hostess with her brawnyshoulders and hairy, muscle-bound thighs looks too much like the gossipthey've heard. I know the truth, of course. But I'd. However, shoes were a different story. My feet were larger than any of theirs, and they insisted shoes were a part of the bet, so off to the closest shoe store we went. They gave me back my shorts to wear instead of the skirt, but they said that I had to keep the pantyhose on so that I could try on the shoes - something about they wouldn't wear right without a pair of hose. Luckily for me, when we got to the store, there were only a couple of girls working, and one or two ladies shopping.