I could feel myself convulsing and as I looked down at my pussy I could see my juices squirting out. I was cumming like a volcano.When I finally calme... down I realised that I was covered in sweat. Jon made me stay in that position for 30 minutes before he let me get up and have a shower. My knees ached as I climbed up the stairs.I had to wear the egg (not switched on thankfully) right up until I went to work that night and as I walked through the streets to the pub I could feel the cool air. I ate like a man possessed. It was GOOD, what can I say? Mom also ate with the hearty appetite gained by our living on a working cattle ranch in Texas during the 1870s. We cooked just enough, because I was bursting at the seams as I finished up the last pancake. I couldn't eat another bite. There was one piece of bacon left, but I couldn't even make a move for it. Mom got the honors and finished it off before pushing away from the table.We were washing the dishes when I heard an air horn blast.. It may have started as a lark, but I like wearing a bra, I like skirts and stockings. I never had any desire to wear them before, but I do now."It's not just the clothes, though. When I get dressed up as Kate, I've learned to think differently. Part of it was listening to you, really listening when you talked to me. I've never had anyone trust me the way you have, Steph. It's a wonderful thing, a brightness in my soul that has never been there. Even when you're not with me, I think like Kate. "I see. Are you sure this is safe, roping from the ground?" No, but I hope it is. At any rate, the most we're likely to lose is the rope," I said, explaining."Can't we just pick it back up?" he asked."Yes, we can, but it will probably be shorter." How would it get shorter, just from this roping," he asked."If the horse gets loose after we rope it, it will run off. While it is running the rope will still be around his neck and it will drag on the ground behind him as he runs. Sooner or later he.