.. John, you made her so happy saying that!" She paused to wipe a tear from her own eye. "That jerk about killed her when he did that and to beat all,...he said it was her fought for not being more of a woman." Jena said watching Sara greeting more people at the door. "She's only 18, how could she be more of a woman?" She asked John as she looked to him for a reply.John just hugged her, letting his growing cock push into her body and replied, "Shit! As you can feel, there's nothing wrong with. Well, that's not all correct. I do like guys but feminized guys like you. Don't you think you look good? I do. You look like a girl. But you're not. You're a guy aren't you? Once a normal guy but now you are nothing but a sissy wearing sissy clothes. You probably act like a sissy too. Let's see." My mind was racing, "What does he mean 'see if I act like a sissy,' just look at me, all dressed up like this?" I felt like my mind was going to explode but then I entered a gentle calmness that. I had shown her just how well that I could eat pussy - i had her howling in ecstasy for a good proportion of the night (until Lori and Nora told us to calm it down around midnight).I woke around 8 AM to find that I was alone in bed. I could hear the ladies in the kitchen chatting away ... and I could hear the shower in the ensuite. Figuring that Mona was having a shower, I slipped out of the bed to go and join her.The bathroom was steamy with the shower screen fogged up when I slipped in behind. We tossed loose cotton and hand-tied bundles of cotton into a compartment enclosed on all four sides. When the hopper was full, the screw press compressed the cotton.With the cotton fully compressed, we pushed or hammered sharpened steel rods through a series of holes in the front and back of the compartment, right below the press. That held the cotton down, allowing us to add more cotton and to repeat the cycle. We pulled the steel rods out before compressing the cotton and moved them up a.