Well-oiled machines I thought. Oh what I could do to them. I felt a little butterfly in my stomach and a quick warmth and throb between my legs. I loo...ed at Ari and realized he was watching me fantasize. He knows me so well. He gave me a smirk and looked at the men. He began handing each one a board. The last to grab his board was the Model from Australia. Ari knows me well. Italy, Brazil, Panama are all well and good but he knows I am a sucker for the Australian accent. I blushed, I knew he. I got acouple of girly tattoos. She took me to a doctor and got meprescriptions for female hormones and a drug that was supposed to dampendown my male sex drive. I rarely got erections anymore, mainly becauseof the conditioning of the spiked penis tube in my chastity belt. Infact on those rare occasions when I was allowed an orgasm it wasbecoming increasingly difficult to get an erection and to ejaculate.The hormones did their work. My breasts started to develop and Istarted wearing bras. . He’s cute, funny, and respectful. He’s also the kind of guy, as I was, who often gets tossed into the friend zone.As we rode the three miles to my place, we talked and joked a bit and talked about what had happened. He was furious. Jacob, the guy who assaulted me at the pool, is known for doing such things. He gets away with it because of who is father is. Or, rather, they sweep it under the rug. I’m going to have to watch my back.The craziest thing happened when he walked me up to my front. I woke up on Christmas morning to the familiar aroma of pussy. I opened my eyes to the close-up view of a fire-red curly mass of hair. I could feel moisture enveloping my chin as my first wife rubbed herself with my chin inserted inside her.I would have looked into her green eyes, but her belly blocked my view. I moaned and Lynn’s pussy suddenly washed all over my face and she gently sang “I Wish You A Merry Christmas”.Then there was a new sensation. I do mean new. Never in my life have I felt.