Though I was thrilled, I wasn’t quite as emotional as the women and girls become when they receive body modification. I’ve seen all the sports joc...s my age working out and training, and every last one of them will now look like ninety pound weaklings compared to my physique.“Do you mind if we use these swings next to you?” The tall blonde asked as she and her cousin turned to sit in the two empty swings to my left. I wasn’t sure if they meant to, or it just happened, but both their short skirts. My favourite item of clothing is still that denim mini which was the first skirt of my very own, bought with my own money.I've started skimming over the days now because, to be honest, the noveltyof being female was already wearing off. It seemed perfectly normal alreadyto put on a bra every morning, sit down to pee and to have to wipe it out ofmy pubic hair afterwards. I did find all that novelty very exciting at first,which is why I am writing it down now for your enjoyment. I get excited. I won't let anything happen to you."With that, I feel Frank's cockhead push past my sphincter and move slowly into me. Jason is quietly breathing, as I try to get him to full size.I can just imagine the scene. Jason, buck-naked on the couch, me in my bra and garter hose kneeling into his crotch. Frank, buck naked behind me with his cock slowly pushing all the way into my behind and Magda encouraging me to relax. As before my senses reel. I can smell Jason's musky scent as I bury my nose into. 92x57mm, the German service rifle cartridge in two World Wars. His Mauser had been made in the former Yugoslav Republic during 1947 and Sergei hated anything Russian. For a sidearm he carried an old Czech Model 50 pistol—a popgun 7.65mm Browning handgun—but it wasn't visible at the moment."Peace, Lawrence," Sergei said. "It has been a long time, brother." I have three missions, if you and the village council will accept them," I pointed at the floater driven by baboon Fannie Mae. "I have some.