But Iam a normal guy, which means I like girls, which means you have to be agirl, I mean properly. Ok, I admit, you are a bit sexy in your corsetthin..., but hormones'll make you all cute and girly, you can grow your hairlong, get electrolysis, the works. And I promise you, Simone, I will fuckyou every day."I felt my will weakening. Something in my head was chanting, "Cock, cock,cock" and I felt I was losing focus. But I struggled to put anotherobjection. "I do like pretending to be Simone. “So, how are things from London, Larry?”“Pretty good last month,” I croak, my mouth dry. Trying to stay focussed, I take a sip of water.“Sorry, bit of a frog there,” I waffle, as Annie gives a particularly vigorous suck on my rodger, and I almost shoot my load then and there. I read out the key figures from my notes, trying hard not to look at what’s going on just inches below the level of the table. Believe me, it’s hard to talk sense when a girl is doing her best to suck your knob right off.I. Then my sexy girlfriend dropped her face into my pussy and she licked my clit, probing with her soft tongue. We made a lustful 69. I played with her pussy lips, sticking my fingers in her wet warm cunt and finger fucking her hard, until she came again in my mouth.As I lapped her pink swollen lips, Sheila made me come in her mouth…After recovering our breath, Sheila and I shared a last glass of red wine before cuddling in the bed. As I closed my eyes, I felt I was shattered…During the night. I say that because we ain't in Kansas or Texas for that matter. Maybe in 10,000 years or so. Today the men and I are working on getting the brick oven built. I figured if we had a brick smokehouse, we'd be more efficient in smoking the meat than the one we cobbled together when Brant's camp first joined us. And we could build it in a way that also allowed us a secure place for storage. From the lumber we'd made I fashioned brick molds. The mixing of the mud and straw had been a bit of a chore.