Would you like that?”(Is the Pope a catholic!?)“Well, if you’d enjoy it, darling, I’ll have a go,” I replied.“Of course, I’d only let yo... do it if we have the proper equipment. Marian has something called a queening-stool. Her husband made it. Could you make a queening-stool for me, Peter?”Good god, how my wife has changed!“Well, I’ve, err, heard of them. Perhaps there are some designs on the internet, I could use. Let me do some research.” (Needless to say, I knew exactly where to look!).In. .. without the rest and slowness.The erosion, however destructive is nothing compared to the result of the electro magnetic readings from the flyover.The flight crew, done for the day, deposited video camera and roll chart graph in the office drop box and headed for the Boteco for a drink and unwinding. Flights have been shot down before ... it's a wild world, the back country.The 'Save the Rainforest' Foundation, contractors of the flyover, opened the office in the morning, retrieved the mail. It was definitely a woman?s crotch all right. There wasn?t a sign of his manhood, and he hadn?t expected to see any. Though Edward was a little stunned by the loss of his sex, by turning into a tiny woman, a pixie....he was more excited to have been touched by magic. Real magic. The very thought left him feeling giddy. Gently he touched himself, pushing one tiny finger gently into the slit. After gasping in amazement, Edward pulled his finger back out and covered himself back up. Chuckling. No sex there. But ... Shit. The next night, Suzi talked them into hiding in the mall past closing time and we took turns fucking by this fountain by the main doors. Gloria couldn’t cum from the stress of possibly being caught, but I think Suzi came enough for all of us that night.Okay, okay. So all Suzi and I did together that summer was either have sex or plan on having sex. Is that so bad?Anyway, the Sunday after Wally made Sarah and Stan each other’s love slaves, Suzi and I were again hiding.