This was allpart of her! "This is fantastic!" she told her counsellor. "It'sway better than I expected."Her counsellor laughed, "Just wait until you'r... co-ordinatedenough to run. There's nothing like it on Earth."She leaned forward hesitantly, and looked at the hooves she nowpossessed instead of feet. It was real. After all these years ofhopeless dreaming she had finally become what she always knownshe should have been.The counsellor made her practice walking slowly at first. Heunderstood. "I don't want to fuck hear you wanking. Its disgusting, touching yourself. You're a freak. a handsome freak." "I wasn't masturbating; if that's what you're implying, homo." "Watch your mouth. and I'm not stupid, the walls were shaking. You weren't being coy about it." "I wasn't." "Really?" and with that, in one perfectly swift motion he whipped the blanket off from my nude body. He gasped. Composing himself he said. "You're still stiff, melonfucker." "So what!? I was. She told me she had been to a few salons but never experienced a nude setting like this. “Well, I think you’ll love it,” I said. “I know I much prefer working this way,” I told her as I got out of my clothes and stood by the table, giving her a chance to inspect her present. They both seemed pleased—I was happy to see. Michael sat on the sofa beside Anne and gave her a little kiss.“Ready?” he asked. She took a deep breath and said, “I suppose so!” She stood up and opened her robe, letting it. Any man. So, I admit it, I broke down.Mom was rubbing me raw down there while wetly kissing my chest. I had had it! I grabbed her by the blonde hair on her head, bringing her face to mine roughly. I then kissed her so hard I was happy I hadn't driven her jaw inward a foot. Finally, I picked up that (forgive me) piece-of-ass. No, not like some phony Hollywood movie, lying in my arms. Hell no, I picked her up, fireman's carry, right over my shoulder. I ran up the stairs to her room. Like.