Oh great...." James thought, realizing that the chill was a sexual response. Like it or not, she was going to have to get used to the fact that she ha... more erogenous zones than she was familiar with. She fervently hoped that this newness would wear off soon, since constant sensation would be a nightmare and a half. Adjusting her shirt by tucking it back into the waistband of her sweatpants, James opened the stall door. She was alone in the bathroom, and took the opportunity to look at herself. His extra thirty centimetres making all the difference although he did have to tilt forward and lean against Daisy’s back. “Sorry” Marcus said smiling at his travel mate. His smile said he was not sorry at all. Daisy turned slightly towards him, her hand lightly on his side for balance, and said thanks. But it was no normal thanks. It was a ‘thanks’ dripping in suggestion. It was her smile that accompanied it. It was the tone of the ‘thanks’. It was the hand on his side as she said it. “No. " "That's better, so cum. Let that nasty pussy of yours cum all over that dildo," she said."I can't cum," I said, crying and looking at my pussy in the mirror."Why not?" she asked."Because my pussy need to rub against your pussy," I said."Your what? I wouldn't call what's between your legs a pussy. Look at it, leaking juice like a faucet. No, that's not a pussy," she said. I knew what she wanted me to say, but it was hard."My nasty leaky cunt needs to rub against your pussy to cum," I said. I sense that as well; I know things won't be easy, but I will make things work. I wanted to ask you something.Ask away young one.I told Helen to dress for warm weather, I knew the weather would be warm, How did I know?Ah, I see. I've given you the power of the wind. Anything the air can do, you can do also. Wind carries nature's furry. The wind can tell you anything that is coming like storms, tornados, and monsoons. I think, I understand, what about this sense of premonition, I have?That is.