So the events of this weekend really shocked and confused me.I came home around 8ish after playing football with friends. My body was all sweaty and s...icky but I knew a cold shower would sort me out. It was a Friday night so I knew my dad would have his friends over for poker night and they would all be drunk and talking shit as soon as I walked in. I tried to rush past them and get to bed before they could give me too much shit, but some of them grabbed my arms and held me there to chat shit. Guess since she had changed genders she was allowed to fickle like her new one. Guy's just never know. You know, we go with the flow.The day finally came Sherry was waiting for. After so much wanting it all her life, then the long recovery of multiple mutilations of her body, she was a female. The docs told her she could give her playground a test drive. Or is that test ride.I made dinner for both of my ladies and plied them with wine and soft music. With full tummies and a cleaned kitchen, we. They swept near to Vasey's Paradise -- the river was fast there, and there was no stopping like the motor rigs had done. They weren't on the river long; in only a mile or two they swept around a bend and saw a huge horizontal slot in the Redwall in front of them. "Redwall Cavern," Scooter told them. "We're going to pull in there, too."Soon, the rafts were pulled up on the sandy shore next to the motor rigs; there were no good places to tie off, so the boatmen had to use sand stakes to hold the. Even better was that I couldn't help but think about Mumsy and the cock-froth that had spilt from her lips and decorated her chin, and I really thought that it was about time I had some cock-froth of my own to savour. But nobody had told me that todgers get bigger when dipped in stingy-bee lips and pretty soon I was slurping and dribbling and suckling and licking and gurgling and drooling and gobbling and lapping and gagging on swollen, engorged steamy steampunk manhood. With every droplet of.