“Then if we do it this way, we can’t let your friend see me. He’ll want to know who I am, won’t he?”“If he happens to see you I’ll tell ...im that I met you on a dating site, and you came here before the storm washed the roads out.”“Have you ever done that?”“Not in years. I gave up on finding my needle in a haystack.”“I’ll be your needle in a haystack right here and now, and never go back, if you’ll let me.”“We can’t let that happen, Amanda. It would always be hanging over us ... besides, I’m too. I ‘pushed’ thoughts of Amanna away – gruffly grabbing pieces of wood and kindling, then moving outside the hut to grab more. I basically ignored Lynn – hoping the two women would figure themselves out somehow. They didn’t. I couldn’t believe it. They were both practically useless – which pissed me off to no end – they basically came inside and watched me make the fire. I could feel my face heating up as they looked at me – and it did absolutely nothing for the bulge in my pants as I did so. The. She was tingling all over from all the times she had cum this evening. She HAD to have cum AT LEAST a hundred times. She was enjoying how it made her feel.She remained naked to go out to bring Number 4 to the room. He was an older gentleman. He had visited infrequently, but had always been so nice. He was VERY kind and considerate, always smiling, and always had something nice to say. One time he had told her that one of his sisters had made her living as Linda did. She was employed at a little. ." he grimaced, "you wished to be the most beautiful girl in theworld. You're female now. You should be happy." It's blonde," I repeated. "I hate blonde."He sighed, looking at the green bottle in my hand. "What color do youwant?" Reddish. More toward auburn."The lock of hair turned dark red. "Better?" he asked, looking down at me.I frowned. "No. There's still work to do." What!" he screeched. "What else could you possibly not like?" These," I hefted my breast. "These are monstrosities. They're.