His powerful body was twice my height and two heads sat upon his shoulders. Both heads were bearded, one beard blond, the other red. He was bare- ches...ed and beneath his silk pants I could see the stirring of a terrible and consuming lust."I am called WetTongue and the Thigh-Crusher," both heads said and I knew him. He was born when Man first spilled himself in a Woman. He was there when a Woman first coaxed another Woman's thighs to open for her. He was there when a Man first handled the cock. I now lived in an expensive condo in a rich neighborhood with all kinds of wealthy business people.My condo was so nice, it had all the luxuries you could think of, the master bedroom had a huge bed and the bathroom had a jacuzzi. There was a great view of the city and skyline, even a conservatory room with all kinds of nice plants that got natural light, it was beautiful.I now was 30 years old, still in good shape, looked younger than my age was, people said I still looked 23. I remembered. We had long talks about our lives together and how things had changed. In one conversation Beth admitted to wanting the lesbian life style but did not want to cheat of me and now that we had each other she was happy and completely satisfied with what we were doing.We were approaching the point of making our first outing. We were planning dinner in a nearby town where neither of would be recognized and Beth continued to build my wardrobe with so many pretty things. We wanted to go shopping. I've never tasted beer before.Daddy kept me pretty sheltered, especially since losing my mother. She died from a brain hemorrhage when I was eight. I think it broke him, he was never the same. He became very protective of me, never letting me leave his sight until a few years ago. About the time I got my period, he started distancing himself from me a bit. He doted upon me with many gifts, being his only child. The gifts he gave were wonderful, but I felt I needed something more. Something.