. . . . . . need to. . . . . . . Ooooooo. . . . . . . that's. . . . . . . that's it. . . . . . yes, just there. . . . . Ooooooo, God. . . . . . . Oo...oo, she laughed,. . . . . . . sorry, it's supposed to be you, I know, but. . . . . . Oooooo, I couldn't help that one, Ooo, that's better, wow, that was strong, I must have needed that more than I realised. Suddenly she squeezed her legs round me even tighter, I gently pumped in and out. . . . . slowly. . . . . back and forth. . . . . . she. ”“Yes…yes, Mr. Ryker.”“Good. Now get out of the way. I want to fuck her. Go stand in the corner.” Avril, slowly got off the bed and painfully hobbled over to the corner. I looked down and saw my prize. Irina was lying there, waiting for me. I looked at her beautiful hair, her tits, her garters, long legs and down to her high heeled shoes, which she still had on. I ran my fingers along her pussy lips and found them very wet from the licking she had just received.“All right Irina. Look. But I’d always stop short of jerking off.Today, I just stopped short, but was because something, again, felt not quite right. My dick was still there (to my relief) and I slid my hand down it, more or less measuring it but also appreciating the veiny surface that only added to my women’s pleasure. But when I brought my hand up, ti was full of pubic hair.I quickly washed it off, then reached down there again – and found my groin was as smooth and hairless as a newborn. Or any of my women.“Doc!. Even so he still felt like he was stickingout and he found himself hunching over when he walked back, trying toconceal the bulge. He handed one of the bottles over to Mark and satdown again. They both took a long pull of beer and then Mark said, "So,when are you gonna be a girl then?" When school starts again," said Chris."Just like that? Are you getting your bits chopped off over the summerthen?" Nahh! That won't be for years yet. But I have to start somewhere." Hang on. I just said.