“I can’t stop cumming on your big cock, Julian!”He pulls out, still rock-hard. Cum is everywhere. Pierre tells him to hold his cock just outside...my pussy. He does. I look at the monitors and it seems impossible that such a big, pulsing cockhead would fit inside my little pussy, much less the length of his shaft.Waves of cum stream out of my pussy. Wads drip off of Julian’s head and onto my open pussy. Pierre gets all the embarrassing cum pictures, as does his assistant.I glance at the monitors. I knew that this little growing town would die in a few years. Still, there was gold here to be taken, and a few fortunes to be made, before the 'golden well' dried up. While Dawson City was in Canada, the little town I was in was on the Alaskan side of the Canada/Alaska border, in what was considered 'The Yukon'.Actually, when all was said and done, this site was fairly close my modern home. Still, I was careful with my supplies and equipment. I went exploring as much as I could. I had a. Thirteen years will pass by quickly" I said with more remorse than I have ever felt in my life. Standing up my wife proudly stated "Now that` s the spirit, I` m glad you are thinking this through logically. You will find in time that you will become very comfortable with the very feminine new you." Over the next four weeks in the hospital I began to fully recover and one by one the bandages were removed, first my face, next my chest and waist, finally my diaper. I remember that day well ,as. She had tried to telephone her ex-husband but his office said he was in Europe on a business trip. They had offered to e-mail him for her but she had said no, not wanting to bother him. Now she wished she had accepted their offer.Damn, damn, damn. She threw the paper to one side part in anger and part in despair. What now? She thought. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she nearly missed seeing the corner of a yellow leaflet poking out from between the pages. Normally she wouldn't have.