Her low back began to arch, in seeming attempts to meet my hand.It was time to start pulling things down and off - first, the taut panty hose; thereaf...er, the panties. Both ended up on the floor, strewn in no particular form of neatness. This exposed her wonderful pussy, adorned with jet black pubic hair. Being from India, her bush was more than generous. I'm glad she does not shave - or even trim. There's something right about the Indian bush being full. Even though there was much springy. Sorata collapsed on the floor, tear streaming down her face. "I- we'vebecome girls!" she wailed."Umm? ?I'll go grab some towels?" muttered Nao. "We should search thisplace. M-maybe she left a cure for us or something?"Nao wandered to the bathroom, retrieving towels for each of the formerboys. In the bathroom, she was finally able to notice herself. There wasno doubting it; she looked like Madoka, aside from her makeup. He thoughtof Madoka, and her overtly erotic body. Nao would think of her. I would see later if they did.The next thing we would need is some hickory logs to chop into chips or small logs. I also wanted an oak tree so I could saw some planks to cover the fire pit to further limit the oxygen to the fire. But they would need the tractor, the wagon, and the truck, so that only left the ATVs to haul logs.At supper in the big cave, I welcomed everyone to their new camp. I said, “Joulnar is still your headman, Tovar is his second in command, but I am your leader. This is my. But I imagined that Donna was truly superb, when naked.She stopped briefly in the living room to say goodnight, and I maybe stared at her for a little longer than was, strictly speaking, polite. She was probably imagining that I was imagining her naked.But if she was, it wasn't just her imagination.Not long after Donna turned in, I showered and cleaned up the bathroom, brushed my teeth and laid out my outfit for Saturday morning — clothing I had retrieved earlier from my bedroom.Mom had put.