"Jack closed the door and stepped out of the overalls.He stood naked in front of the full-length mirror, examining his remarkablyaltered shape. There ...as no evidence of any maleness about it now. His facewas delicate and hairless, tapering to a long, graceful neck. His fresh newbosoms were full and firm. He touched them lightly with his small hands,stroking them over the warm mounds and down to the slim waist. His hips werewell-rounded and framed a soft downy triangle. Jack was impressed at. “Take them off, you don’t need them on anymore”She removed them and put them on the bonnet, I picked Alice up and sat her on the cold bonnet in the open air; her nipples stood out hard and erect as the cool air blew over them.“Spread your fucking legs Alice, sluts like you like getting fucked on car bonnets in country lanes don’t they hey, fucking whore”“Mmmmm ummmm mmmmm” was all Alice could moan as my helmet forced its way back into her tight tunnel, I grabbed a leg in each hand a pushed them. The look of surprise on his face said it all, seeing my husband standing there dressed as a slut. I told the young man to go ahead and strip, and then told Jon to come over to the young man, "On your knees whore" I ordered him and down he went. Taking a hand-full of his hair, I pulled his head close to the young man`s cock, "Suck his cock whore" and pushed his face right up to the cock. Into his mouth Jon took the young man's cock, sucking him at a slow steady rate. I moved next to the. It was a grand distraction, a place where his imagination ran wild listening to the sound of nature attacking the tin roof with all its ferocity. He would sit with a book by L. Sprague De Camp or Robert E.Howard, consuming chapter after chapter about a wild Cimmerian behemoth with fierce blue eyes swinging a, enormous battle axe, bright white teeth gritting in determination and a scowl of defiance on his rough-hewn face. His senses were amplified by the thunderous report of the rain on the tin.