Going on foot was no slower than going on the cart, and through this forested region, walking was probably faster.They had started walking along a wel...-trekked trail into the forest. Tall, dense foliage blocked out most of the moonlight, so the forest floor was dark and gloomy, perfectly fitting Vennoa’s mood. As time passed, the trail became less and less worn out, as if fewer people made it this far. Finally, the trail disappeared completely.“Are we lost?” Fender asked, after they had been. So I went online and used some of the money I earned by working at the range to get an online lawyer to give me advice about what to do. I had to go through three of them before one would take me seriously, but I finally had a plan.That was, basically, waiting until it was my turn to say what I thought should happen to Bob, during the pre-sentencing phase of the trial.That was when I told Judge Gardner I was three months pregnant, and that it seemed like a crime to put the baby’s father in. (I'm breathing really hard as I type - because what I'm about to describe gets me so excited and so ashamed. The 'me' I'm about to become.) I have been dreaming of becoming a woman for about two years, and last night was no different. It is nearly always the same, I am a beautiful woman who lives with another woman who is equally as stunning (impossibly beautiful, sensuality personified), in a beach house somewhere north of here. I say north, because there are cliffs that stretch below to. I stuck an index finger out and Emma sucked on it. She had never even done something like that but she licked and sucked on my finger like it was a tiny cock. Laura I could see had put a finger inside her own pyjamas and was playing with herself. I knew she would be getting nicely wet too. “I want to see you to lick Danielle’s pussy Emma,” said Laura. ‘That’s if you want to,’ I said. She looked at me uncertainly, so I put the same finger into my pussy and got it all juiced up and then gave it.