He looked out into the distance, giving away nothing. "There is onother one you should speak with." He put out the pipe and cleared it. Abruptly stand...ng he strode out into the camp, searching out I knew not who. I struggled to keep up with his pace. He came to a hut away from the greater wickiups and long houses. He hailed the camp.An old stringy man with head tattoos came to the door flap and bid us enter. It was an old shaman that I had not seen before. Father had given him sanctuary and. Her breathing quickened, and she felt herself flush slightly as her pussy began to beg for her attention.As the change moved back up her body, she felt her hair lengthen and her face tighten, and knew that her complexion had cleared. Finally, inevitably, she felt her head fog slightly, and while fighting to clear it she was suddenly hit by an even stronger surge of arousal. Overcome with need, she fought her zipper down, ripped her panties aside, and shuddered at just how good touching herself. ”In the end he allowed a little of her trimming and she opted for more colour and length in her hair so she was almost a strawberry blond. She also begged for longer legs, insisting that they were disproportionately short. No one else thought so and there was considerable discussion over it until Chris decided that she still looked good with a couple of extra centimetres in her lower legs where she wanted them and gave approval.Then it was Cherie’s turn. She looked pale and rigidly. All she could remember with any real clarity was how happy she'd been that it was happening, and how she'd wished it would never end. She watched Ted as he handed his sample bag to Mrs. Jones and levered himself up onto the swim platform. She tried to imagine herself under him and wrinkled her nose. Her feelings on that were crystal clear.The only man who was going to be doing that to her in the foreseeable future was her Uncle Bob.Bob felt like he was walking on eggshells all morning. He knew.