Carol wore a gauze see through blouse and a very short denim skirt. I wore khakis and a polo shirt. We got there around eight o'clock. Our table overl...oked the lake and all the lights from the other cottages. We ordered martinis and looked around. The dining room was full of young, attractive sociable people. We ate a delicious meal of lake fish and had a crisp bottle of white wine. After the meal a small group of local musicians set up to play dance music. The dance floor was quickly crowded. She bucks her hips wildly in the air, gagging for it, scarcely able to breathe as she thrashes wildly for the pleasure so long denied, only for the safeties to engage in the nick of time, the vibration returning to a dull, gentle throb. Her eyes well with tears as she nearly screams in frustration, her pleasure so tantalizingly close and yet so impossibly far away. Desperately, eagerly she focuses on pleasuring her Mistress, her tongue flying across her quivvering clit like a soft, moist. I told him to take his shirt off, which he did so very obligingly. He has some of the sexiest chest hair I've seen on a man.I took a deep breath, turned on the hot water, and wet my hands. I placed them on his cheeks, letting them linger just the slightest bit. He looked up at me with his pale blue eyes, and fire seemed to burn from within. I took the can of shave creme, shook it up and squirted the foam into my hand. I applied the rich lather to his fuzzy cheeks and his throat, touching more. ?The E+ Club'?" Ah' know Cheyenne Chaste Moon wrote ?The E+ Club', so it's gotta be D. And that's mah' final answuh." She's on a roll; it's D all right! You win a feminine crotch!"Immediately, Roberta's manly organs shrank and turned inside-out, and she sported a feminine opening between her legs. Now she was unquestionably female. Roberta smiled and waved her hands. Phillip didn't notice this."Now for your second ?point of no return', Roberta. If you get this onecorrectly, you'll keep all.