I know Martin was using them for sex as I could hear it every night.A few months passed until one day Martin walked in the barn as said "well it's the...going to be a new year at college soon and I am still expending my farm and need some more animals." He continued talking then the next thing I knew Charlotte and Sophia walked in with a double barrel shotgun and said "your life is over, you've fucked us one to many times."Martin turned round and his face dropped when he seen the gun. He started. Some men do getpushy of course, but Tracy's taught me a few polite put-downs fordealing with them." It is nice being one of us, isn't it. Tracy was sure you'd likeit once you got over your anxieties. She thinks you might want tostay this way when your probation ends."Oh, I don't know. It's also nice being a man, though it'd taketime for me to convert myself back. And I'd miss all the fuss andfeathers. But Eileen, to answer your question, I really don't knowwhy I'm a little unsure of myself. After all, most guys loved taking a female’s gifts of oral or anal sex as preferable to ordinary humping on top of a disinterested spouse with other things on her mind.She had tried to cheer lead her mother into putting out her pussy for her daddy’s pleasure but the middle-aged woman was more into her clubs and her close girlfriends than satisfying her husband’s needs of nocturnal bliss.So she took the job that entailed her going with the Brown family across the street to the beach for the. She made no comment about her newly arrived wealth.About a week after my encounter with Frobisher, we had another visit by the police. It was back to Sergeant Blenkinsop.I opened the front door, and welcomed him. “Sergeant Blenkinsop! How nice to see you again? Here for coffee?”“Alas, no. Business, I am afraid. I have to speak with Mr Dawes.”“Very well. If you would care to wait inside, I shall see if I can find Mr Dawes.”I used my phone to call him, being unsure of his present whereabouts..