The way that she kept touching up her make-up and fixing her hair. Theway she checked her skirt was pulled low enough to cover her stocking-tops. Plus...the way she kept adjusting her top to cover her bra; showedthat she was becoming a real girl. They soon learn that when you'redressed like a girl then you have to think and act like a girl; theclothes dictate that!I was hot for my chick even more now; I let her have a couple moredrinks and informed her that we were leaving. It was time to get. "Sarah, you're incorrigible," Gloria laughed as her friend turned her attention back to the other two women at the table."No I'm not," Sarah laughed back, "I'm just horny." Dave not taking care of business like he should?" Gloria quipped, making reference to the short-haired blonde's husband."Oh he still has the fire in him when it's needed," Sarah grinned, "but sometimes it's nice to think about what it would be like with a randy young colt again, instead of an old plow horse." Not me," Gloria. A large black dog licked amicably at his fingers. It spied him looking at it and paused in its ministrations. After a single blink and a relaxed yawn, the dog returned to its duty. He twitched his fingers, making the dog jump. At least he had sensation, no matter the void of revulsion he would normally feel.. He shifted again, trying to get his left arm over his side, intending to push himself to sitting with his right hand. The pain of this apparently simple motion made him retch. Gritting his. “Now do you see what you do to me? Do you understand that I will be trying to get home as quickly as I can?” he asked. She leaned against him in answer and began to unbutton his pants. The tears were gone and she felt an urgency now. She made quick work of his zipper and slid her hand into his boxers, freeing his hard cock. The warmth of her hand on his flesh made him jump and growl as she wrapped her hand around him and began to stroke him lightly. He reached for her butt and pulled her in.