It is also many more times than most people could ever hope to have, soJohn's arguments of more times was never ever going to wash. What isalso uniq...e, according the procedure John read about, is that for thefirst time in his life he actually knew what it's like to have multipleorgasms.One of the first real benefits of being a girl after a half dozen weeksof pure hell getting there."If you are going to be more like a girl you might just as well reap someof the rewards. Right," said John's. His hand slides under her skirt and his fingers stroke along the outside of her panties, teasing at the edges and drawing a damp mesmerizing line up and down slowly. Her head tips back and her hair falls down her back free, caressing the skin on her back, she tilts her head back and forth to slide it over her shoulders. His hand reaches over to a wide brush and he dips it in red paint, trailing it up her knee and along her thigh in a swirl. Leaning forward to kiss her, his hand continues to. She was the mother of his child, little Joey.But as she remembered the way he had crept up on her, and had hit her with the shovel, she figured he was capable of anything.No matter how much she struggled, Helen was unable to move as much as half an inch of the dirt holding her down, and now she knew how Becca must be feeling. The plans for Becca would have worked admirably, if they were not now also working on her.She tried in vain to scream for help, but the gag muffled the screams to almost. His thumb rubbed her cheek and for a moment she melted into the caress, then remembered she was supposed to be defiant and readjusted her composure. Independent and naturally submissive. "So Harriet," he said. "Wh-"She cut him off. "It's Harry. Harriet's a stuffy name for a stuck-up woman."He chuckled a little. Harry would probably be amused to know his seething mother's name was Harriet Denu. "So Harry, do you mind if I take the twig from your hair?" he asked."If you like, I wasn't bothered to.