He was pumping away, pistoning, and Nell was loving every thrust. Already her hungry little twat had gotten all wound up again, and she swayed and jig...led her hips to every thrust her brother plunged into her.Farley and Cecilia lay trembling. He was trembling from desire to turn his horniness into action with his sister. The idea was gradually working its way to the surface of his thinking. She was trembling with love and desire for her brother. It was pretty much now or never. They both wanted. ”“Wait!” Donna yelled.“She’s awake!” another voice yelled. Donna looked around her. She was in the back seat of the Range Rover. The car was laying on its side at the bottom of a gully. An EMT of some sort was alongside her.“Are you all right?” the young man asked.“Aren’t you the one who is supposed to know that?” she answered.“Yes,” he replied, “I am. And everything about you checks out fine... except you weren’t with it for a while. You weren’t quite conscious and you were mumbling like you. I looked up at them and some of the question that swam around my brain were answered.?Your penis and testicles have shrunk into you because you body has been subjected to massive doses of female hormones. The new skin has covered well and is totally merged with your own flesh. It is part of you, it cannot be removed, even surgically. You now have a slit that you can pee through, and I supposed that someone with a small cock could fuck you. Your breasts are real, again the hormones along with. I love what you've done with the place." "Ha! Sarky bastard!"Through the bead curtain, I noticed a dark coloured garment suddenly flung onto the pile on the floor. Martina, hidden around the corner, was apparently getting changed. I peered intently at the strip of fabric she had discarded. Had the lovely Martina taken off her yoga pants? A mental image of her standing bare-legged in the corner of the room, while she browsed the wardrobe for something to wear, sprang into my mind, and a shiver.