It had a slightly tangy kick which quickly dissipated as his mouth watered and dropped the concentration level. His finger broke the string to his mou...h as it went back in for another coating. Knowing that smell is as much as 90% of the flavor experience, this time he moved his face much closer. His nose was hovering so close that it would have touched her lips if they closed. But her legs were spread open and her lips still held open with his left hand. He now pulled the juice into his mouth. . look at the size of those cocks coming to her!”“There must be a dozen of them!” “And they won’t be content with fucking her just once!” The slave who had taken Xena on her back, climaxed violently halfway down the main street. The cage was not yet a quarter of the way on its first circuit. Another slave was instantly ready... a swarthy-skinned giant of a man with a massively-solid erection. Xena squealed loudly as she was penetrated crudely. “Oohh... she enjoyed that!” “Look at her. Anyway back to me in my basement, I opened up the package andremoved the journals. I started to notice that all my grandfather'sentries were from the previous days and from what I could make out itlooks like a lot of transformations or something like that. All I couldmake out were the words estrogen and testosterone.Chapter 2: What happened last night. As I was reading or at least trying to read my grandfather'sjournal entries I was trying to recreate a formula my grandfather used,but I was not. We have refrained from any sex for the past week, mainly because we have been so busy, but also so that the anticipation would be there as well.We have gathered in the back yard between the two wings of the house. Our witnesses and friends; Don and Barb Lang, Roger and Carolyn Spillane, Mike Stevens, Sheldon and Shirley Dresser, Thomas and Helen Kidd, and Henry and Margaret Kidd sat on folding chairs in a semi-circle behind us. We three, Tammy, me and Nicole are kneeling facing Sam Butternut,.