" Mike began to run his hands over Pamela's half naked body.He paid particular attention to her breasts and the swell of her hips andrear."Mike, what ...s it that you're trying to tell me, that you're atranssexual?" Pamela's fears suddenly returned."A what? No, no. It's just that I want to try being a woman for a change.Nothing permanent you understand, just temporary. A few days at most,that's all."Pamela stood up and shook her head in confusion. "Nothing permanent! Andjust how do you plan to do. I gasped as I felt her finger run down my crack and then her hand went between my legs and cupped my hairy balls, “OMG daddy, it feels so soft” she sighed as she gave my balls a gentle squeeze before letting go and sitting back, I turned to face her and saw her smiling face, “Kimmy said she does trimming of hair down there daddy” she said which was worth remembering if we decided to have a trim up.“Do I have hair on my bottom daddy?” she asked as if inviting me to have a look, “I don’t know. ’ I planted my feet firmly and took his hand, puling with all my might, I tried to make him fall, but he failed to yield, raising me up onto the tailgate with one hand. ‘Sit down winch,’ he said with a laugh. Without giving it a second thought, I gave him a bear hug. The night had become refreshingly cool and fragrant. I was having a good time and I was grateful that he had drug me away from my solitude. He reached back into the cooler, retrieving another beer. All of a sudden, I was. I was almost a quarter of an hour outside the alloted time when I arrived in front of the fire with my swollen cock, by now a throbbing, pounding, eight inch blood gorged pole, dark purple red in colour protruding at a forty five degree angle upwards out of my pubic forest in front of my belly. My hands, shackled in steel handcuffs rested on my cock as I gently squeezed it in a hopeless attempt to give myself some relief! Cathy looked up at me from her armchair and then glanced at her.