" I didn't know what Rachel meant by us at this point, but I was relishing the feel of my new feminine undergarments."Well, you need a slip before we...put the gown on. Let's find you one." Rachel went away and came back with a lace bridal slip and helped me put it on. I couldn't believe that she was treating me like any bride that would come through the door.The gown came next, and Rachel helped me slide it on over my undergarments. The tulle skirt whispered over my legs like a ballerina. "Mister Hamelin?" a woman asked as I waited at the gate."Yes?" I'm Del Quinton," she smiled. "Sorry to mislead you, but I didn't want to prejudice my interview before it began."I looked her over, a bit upset that I had been slightly deceived."That wasn't necessary. I've hired women deckhands before," I said abruptly."Good, then you can see from my application that I have the experience and some additional assets that can be of use to you."I'll give her this. She was cool and unruffled by my. Cuntjuice streamed down his hairy prick, matting the shaggy sheath. He pushed half of his naked cock into her flooded cunt and her cuntlips sucked on the welcome intruder.She pulled another inch of wolf prick up her twat, then drew her hand away, knowing that the wise creature of the wilderness would know what to do now that his prick was on the right track.His grip clamped tightly around her hipbones. His powerful haunches tensed. The brute howled, his big head ducking up and down over her. .. ).However, with men until then, i had confined myself to flirtations andflirtations pushed (caresses, jack off, sucks, etc ...).Like that of my first total blowjob, this experience of the date of mycunt with a real man's cock had completely revealed my femininity andconfirmed my sexual desire with the male sex.It was a weekend, more exactly a Saturday of a cool autumn evening in theNorth of France (on the Belgian border). In the afternoon before myouting, i had several enemas to keep my.