A hard-faced rider came into the yard early one morning asked,"Are any of those mavericks Rocking "R" stock?"Dixie answered with the ease of ownership...knowing that there was no other brand on their hide anywhere. If she had not saved them from the wolves and the snowdrifts, they would be white bones on the melting snow right now."They have only one brand on them, mister. If you have no other business here, I would appreciate it if you would move on and go about your business."It was a bit harsh. Wanting to relish their victory and rub it in, Jo chimed up, "Say that we own you"."You own me," said Angela and stared at the ground."One of us will be keeping you forever of course. Would you like to guess who?" asked Tamara craftily.Angela's face brightened only slightly in hope as she replied, "Tamara," but she knew what the answer was going to be."Oh, of course not silly. You're good for a bit of fun but you aren't really my type," said Tamara with a chuckle.Debbie stepped up to Angela.. “Shall we see what else got sun burn eh” and with that she unbuttoned my boxers and my stiff cock appeared. “Hmm” she said and squirted a bit of lotion on her hand and slowly started to massage it into my cock pulling the skin right back as she did so. “it doesn’t look too bad” she said, “But I better rub it in, we don’t want a blistered cock, do we” and we both laughed as I let her continue, she had very soft hands and as she slowly massaged me I could feel myself getting harder, “This is. *****I'm male again, of course. But when I look at my underpants, somethingis odd. I'm sure I had a wet dream, so why isn't the front of myunderpants wet?They are a little wet... but down at the bottom, right underneath.That's strange, how'd the wetness get there? And it's... different. Notthe same stickiness as usual. And it almost smells... girly?Later, I come out into the kitchen. Jack gives me a funny look, andlooks behind me."Are you alone now?" What do you mean 'now?' Of course I'm.