That’s an interesting nickname. Do you call all the pretty girls that?” “Only the ones that take my fancy.” “Oh?” Natasha asked, looking a... him over the rim of the wine glass as she took a drink. “And how many girls would that be?” “Two. I’m looking at one of them.” “And who was the other?” “My fiancé.” Ben said quickly, downing the wine and rolling the glass between his hands with a sigh. Natasha froze, unsure of what to say at that. She could have cursed herself at this point, her mind. I had an ache now that was centeredin my balls, almost as if I was in pain. I asked willow about itthinking it was because of the different bike and he replied that iswhat he used to feel all the time. Then he went on to describe whathe was feeling in his cunny. I figured it had to be a physical sexthing. I wondered if the sensitivity I had felt when I first satdown on his couch and pinched my nuts wasn't what causing thefeelings now. Almost a prewarning of pain. We had almost gotten to. “Anyway, you caught me mid shave. How can I help?” I pointed to our leaf Hoover. “We wondered if you wanted your leaves cleaned up,” I said. “You know, I would! I’ve been so busy, I’ve not had a moment to do it.” “Well, we’re your girls!” I said, “Any contribution gratefully received.” “Hmmm… I’d love to give you girls a big contribution!” JJ and I both giggled out loud at his apparent double entendre. “What did I say?” “Nothing. We’ll get to it and we’ll give you a knock when we’re all. Little things like "why not let your hair grow, women love long hair"or "you should wear tight muscle shirts, they show off your pecs well".Little things like that went a long way, and soon Will started to dressand look like an androgynous person rather than the super male that hethought he appeared to be. Four months had passed and Chris was surprised at Will'sprogress, noting that Will was growing breasts and not even knowing hewas. Will wore tight shirts that showed off his pecks well but at.