It looked as though she was nearly done butchering the animal and I watched as she walked down to the river to submerge some sort of container.A short...time later she began walking upstream with a determined pace. I had a dilemma. 'Do I follow her or explore her camp and try and learn more about her?' After a short deliberation I decided to try to do both. I would investigate her camp first and then see if I could follow the river upstream and find her again.I waited until she was out of sight. 'I really have six legs, but you can only see two of them.' You only heard some sort of random noise when I uttered a lie. That is what the universal translator does when a person knowingly utters a lie."The second question you are asking is how am I able to stand on only two legs. The answer is simple, though it takes several years to learn to accomplish the art easily. I have sensors in my head which tell my brain that I am falling over. My brain interprets those signals and sends commands to. He barely even looked at my chest.Of course, even if the trip was "guys only" I was starting to think Iwould qualify now: My bull's horns had clearly grown past the "sexy devillady" phase to small bull mode and had made certain what the "primaryside effect" was in the small but growing penis I now had between mylegs. It wasn't long until I was confidently using the men's room urinalson days I was wearing a skirt, dress, or sometimes now men's pants withtheir now useful crotch zippers. (I was. And her bottom is just above the top-of-bed line, exposing her pussy and ass for me to play with.I leave her like that for I moment because what I need now is a dildo-analogue. Fuck, fuck, fuck, okay, what can I use… My spare non-smartphone? Enclosed in a condom? It’s not that wide… or thick… the ass might be a stretch (pardon the pun), but the pussy should work. Let’s do that. And, ooh! Can we all say “remote control”?Newly equipped, I’d love to sit on her face again, but with the line and.