How do you think your sister keeps her tan during thewinter?" A spray. How long does it last?" Until it wears off." And how long is that?" About a wee...." A week?" Yes. It wears off after that time." Well ... I don't know." Matty. For me?" Well. Maybe. But, what about everything else. My eyes? My hair? Myvoice? And I know nothing about being a girl."Nan had a way about her. Was I starting to bend to her way ofthinking?"You sing in the school choir. So, I know you can carry a tune. Andyou wear. Her skirt is very tight and just watching her walk is a joy. She is wearing high heel boots and is still shorter than me. The slaver has a gun belt holding a holster with a pistol. She also is holding a riding crop in her leather gloved hands. I cannot recognize the scent of her perfume, but it is most pleasant. Mom introduces me to the slaver. The two of them walk around me as mom describes my feature. I am described as a healthy young male trained to be obedient and to blindly please all. Straight away I was puzzled that she didn’t have at least one individual toilet. As l started towards the door I hear Susan flop onto the bed. I didn’t need any ore hints so I stopped and turned to face her.“I thought you might take this chance now that we are alone to have a quick glance at my sexy chest.” As quick as a flash she was on her feet at the same time I was lifting my T shirt up. Her fingers lightly touched my chest hairs as she spoke.“ Hoo! I do like hair on a man’s chest. Really. .She was sure she could feel the tips of several extremely hard penises poking against her round tummy and thighs too...“Let’s get out of the water, boys”, she said bravely,”let’s find ourselves a comfortable place in the sun and continue the festivities there...”.She didn’t have to repeat her request, because a moment later she could feel herself being lifted out of the water and her wet, naked body was literary being carried out of the pond and up to a large, sturdy wooden picnic table by.