I put my horse in a likely looking livery stable and paid for two weeks of care in advance. I told the proprietor that I didn't know exactly how long ... would be gone, but I would pay any charges beyond the two weeks when I returned.The train ride to Santa Fe was a welcome two-day change over the two-week horseback ride it would normally have taken. You can bet that I would not have taken a stagecoach! Why two days in the train? Because the train made so many stops and had to swing around so. The fingers themselves slimmed, my hand losing all the tan andcoarseness of age. I was wearing a short sleeved blouse and my exposedforearm became slimmer too. I started to pull the cigarette out of thepack.Then I stopped.The light in the little room grew marginally. The changes to my armslowed down and then stopped.Was this what I wanted? Was it what I really wanted?If I became Jenna Jones again then I would forget myself. I'd becomeher body and soul - a trampy little teenage slag with no. He went on to talk to the host about how he looked the way he did.Through years of various surgeries, he had been able to reclaim his oldlife. He talked about how friends and family who had shunned him hadaccepted him back. That struck a chord with me. I just wanted acceptanceof who I really was. I don't exactly feel like I did as Logan, but Ireally don't feel like a girl either.The show went to commercial and I sat there thinking about what I reallywanted out of life. . Then - I almost couldn’t believe it - she grinned up at me, lifting her index and middle finger, and I watched her guide them directly to the entrance of my pussy. “Fuck, yeah,” Tony groaned next to me. I could only whimper when she pushed them all the way inside me in one determined thrust. I had been hot and wet before, but now my pussy felt like a geyser. She started to finger-fuck me ruthlessly and fast, and my hips rocked forward to meet her thrusts. I couldn’t even care that Tony was.