She kissed me harder as her legs hugged me close. She weighed maybe a hundred pounds, practically nothing to me.The RV door burst open and Morgan came...bounding up the steps.“Good news and bad news, Dante… there’s… there’s a…”I stopped kissing Jennifer, but I kept her up on me.“Morgana, that’s your new sissy name. Come over here and hold your wife up, I gotta take my shirt off.”He wasn’t a strong guy, probably never lifted a weight in his life. But he was average size and had to have some. Samuel was sitting on a marble bench, completely oblivious to us even as we sauntered towards his bench. He was leafing through the program, lost to the world in thought before his eyes darted up and then stayed fixated on the two of us. His eyes went wide, his hand moved to his mouth in excitement and he started to clap.I couldn’t help it; I gave him a little twirl. Nicole followed suit, giggling with me as our effect on Samuel became more and more obvious. He soaked us in, staring without. He opens the dossier with a stern look on his face. The first page contains a set of photographs taken with a telescopic lens.A stunningly beautiful blonde woman is stretched out on the sun deck of a luxury yacht. The first thing he notices is her amazing body, tall and slim with long legs and an expansive bosom well exposed by a skimpy white bikini. He can't see her face because her head is turned to a middle aged fat bald man kneeling next to her. He is wearing swimming trunks and sunglasses. So I grit my teeth and walk out as quickly as I can, heading for the side door and my van, but She can see straightaway what’s happened in my pants, and as I skip past, trying not to look at Her, I see a little satisfied smile on Her face. My overalls are somewhere in my van, I find them and pull them on, and I grab a couple of wrenches in a vain attempt to pretend I had a reason to go out. Back in the bar, it’s empty, and beautiful Miss Julie, new Girlie-Goddess in my life, is back reading Her.