. "is this what you call a hint princess?" "no, it is what I call a gift, daddy!" you lean over and kiss me deep and hard, your hand on my throat ... ...our fingers run across the glittering stones of my …you let up on your grip as your hand slowly and softly brushes down my cheek and then pushes the hair out of my eyes ever so gently... "you look so good baby girl, such a good girl for daddy" and you smile as i blush and turn away and you lean in to kiss me softly on the forehead before. ’ She whirled around a few times. ‘Wish there were a mirror, so I could see for myself.’ ‘I’ve got one I use for shaving. On those days when I bother.’ She had me hold it while she postured, trying to get a full view. ‘Is that really me? I look quite good.’ It must be instinctive. Maroon a girl alone on a desert isle and she’d still be concerned about her hairdo and the size of her bust. She kicked the ground with a dirty toe and I realised there was still the problem of footwear. ‘Don’t you. My mind went blank. Her lips crushed against mine, and her tongue forced against my lips. I didn't know what to do. Here I was, getting kissed by the girl I loved, and I was sitting there like a statue. That wouldn't do. I started kissing her back.I opened my mouth and our tongues twisted and dueled, our saliva mixing and swapping mouths. I felt her reach down between us and rub the front of my jeans. I was in heaven.She unzipped my fly and started rubbing again, this time with only my boxers. Her heart was in her throat. "Be brave be brave!" she thought. A tearrolled down her cheek, but that was all. He wasn't worth it.As Andrew found a place to sit, he felt his hands tingle. He looked atthem. They were now delicate, smooth and feminine. The calluses andblisters were gone. His beautiful nails were grown a half inch past hisfinger tips. These were no longer the hands of someone called Ogre.They were the hands of a model."Hey Ogre!" one of his rugby teammates said quietly as.