Our timing was perfect, since a highway rest stop was coming up about a mile further up the road. Matt pulled in, and we parked at the far end of the ...arking lot. As soon as we stopped moving, I threw my leg over Matt’s hips, straddling him right in front of the steering wheel. He used the lever by his hip to move the seat backward about ten inches so we had a little more room. Then I pulled my panties to the side, positioned myself directly over his engorged prick and dropped down onto his. His thought was to find better grazing than the played out range back in Texas. His plan was to fatten them up in places like Tucson Valley and then shove them into cattle cars for the long ride back to the cities in the East. The recent failure of the Cattleman's Association unable to turn back the tide of setters from the cities in the east left vast areas of open rangeland now without cattle to graze and not enough settlers to develop the land into farms and small homesteads. The sudden. I almost didn't recognize her. I heard her voice calling my name and then I saw a man waiving at me. Well more than just a man. She was a now a 6'1" stud. She had great biceps and a definite package in her pants. I'm not a bad looking man, but her body would put me to shame. "Hi Maggie!" She came over and gave me a hug. She quickly let go though, and stepped back looking confused. "What's wrong, Hon?" "You felt...smaller?" So she could feel my illusion, too. This could be interesting. "I don't. It seemed incredible that all those men were seeing Her like that and She was talking and laughing, tossing Her blonde hair with a shake of Her head every now and then. It didn’t seem possible that I could see a girl like this and at some point, get a good view. There was a DJ playing loud music throughout, and it was so noisy in there that I could talk out loud to myself, winding up my excitement even more, saying “spunk queen in a bikini, all those men can see Her nearly bare, bosomy Goddess.