Instead, they slithered along her cheek, pushed up a strand of her flame-red hair, slithered along one of her ears, wrapping around the tip and squeez...ng. One wrapped around her throat, another pressed to her chin, tilting her face up and backwards, so that the mouth hidden beneath his tentacles could press to her lips. His tongue thrust forward and met her tongue, and oh, she was eager. She was quite eager. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her body trembling as he felt her pleasure, spiking. I was pleasantly surprised when he said that both wagons were in excellent condition but we should replace all the shoes on all the mules at five dollars each. They were tight, but worn out from the long trail they just came off. I told him to go ahead. While a very interested Bear watched the smith get started, I showed the girls the wagons. My wives climbed over and through everything, inspecting the whole set up closely. They thought after a thorough cleaning and a ‘few small changes’ (sic). "How didthey do it? It can't be real," he incredulously said.He moved back a few steps and studied his full-body reflection. He sawthat in addition to the breasts, he had a tapered waist and roundedhips. His skin was completely hairless and smooth-looking. If itweren't for the remnants of his penis, he'd have appeared completelyfemale. "Oh my God. This has to be some sort of trick or something," heproclaimed. But in the beleaguered trenches of his mind, he knew it wasno trick. It was real.He. You are our guest. Now give me a hand.” Andy agreed and they yanked off the cushions and grabbed the metal frame which pulled out the queen size bed. Andy was on one side and my wife was on the other as they spread sheets on the mattress. Andy started tucking them in when Liz spoke up, “Wait. That’s not how you do it. Let me show you.” She swung around the front and knelt down and re-tucked in the sheets. Ironically, she was inches from his crotch as Andy stood there with his hands on his hips..