Emily led Scott to theirchanging room. The room was dimly lit. Scott found his yoga outfit. Heput on the outfit, and heard Emily doing the same behind...him. As theydressed the lights got brighter. Scott was fully dressed and stepped infront of a mirror. His mouth dropped open. He squeaked, "Emily, I looklike..." She said, "Yes, amazing. You look fantastic. All the ladiesagree." She smiled at Scott as he looked himself over. Scott had a pixiehair cut, light red lipstick, eyeliner, blush on his. Misspoke.Please forgive me. Please. Sir."Rod casually ground his foot down, still not hard enough to inflict pain,just enough to smear the pink lip gloss. When he stepped back, there wasa messy area all around Georgie's mouth.Rod observed, "You just never learn, Gigi. I have a bad feeling I'mgoing to have to spank you or give some other punishment before the nightis over. But that's not all bad. We both know that me smacking yourpansy ass or doing whatever gets Zelda good and hot. So,. She got down on all fours, her ass up in the air. I had the pleasure of peeling her tight little shorts down over her pump, perfect creamy big white ass cheeks… they were fucking gorgeous. I had to lick her hot asshole, mmmm my cock is going to love fucking that later tonight!!! I moved my tongue to her hot cunt fuck hole… she tasted so fucking sweet… her creamy cum all over my tongue as I fucked her with my tongue.. She moaned begging me to put my big hard cock in…oh I will sexy, deep in… My. Anyone could do this, he thought, throwing another tuna onto the ice pile. God, I’d rather be surfing right now. Now that was a job he could get into. Too bad the pros were so difficult to break into, because honestly, it was the only thing he knew how to do, and the only thing he was good at. Great at, really. The fact that he was the best on the island didn’t really mean much, no scouts came to Galveston to find professionals. The waves were hardly high enough to warrant decent surf, anyways..