It had all started some fifty years earlier when the “Gilly Den” had been privately commissioned by the late Rear Admiral Sir Justin Burrows for c...nstruction at the most modern of Dutch shipyards. The Admiral was a renowned ‘ladies man’ who had women (and children) in several ports around the globe and, as a private whim which was quite in-keeping with his priapic nature, he asked for a special figurehead to be constructed for his new ship: “She must be made of the finest hardwood and should be. Some of the makeup we use back here wouldjust ruin a nice outfit like that. Take off your clothes and I'll giveyou something more appropriate."I was about to protest when I heard something in the background: themusic from Monica's website! And all at once it seemed perfectly naturalto hand over all my clothes to this dark-skinned cross-dresser. Ebonytook all my things (every stitch of my male clothing, plus my wallet,cell phone, keys, etc.) back out to Monica for safe-keeping. As sheleft, she. “just trust me, okay?” She nodded her head and swallowed. I could tell she was nervous about what was going to happen next, and i needed to put her at ease. I reached out and touched my fingertips lightly to her face, brushed her hair back from her neck with my hands, and looked her straight in the eye as my head lowered towards hers and i kissed her softly on the lips. I started slowly at first, just barely brushing my lips with hers until i felt her relax, and then i darted my tongue out to. "You like this don't you daddy?" you ask me"mmmmmmm yes I do princess" I moan.I reach down and squeeze your perfect ass cheeks. Listening to you moan. I hold your ass at arms length looking at your shaven little cunt."What do you think daddy?" It's beautiful princess, it always has been."You spread your legs and stick 3 fingers in. I pull out your hand, covered in your juices and lick them from your fingers."You taste so sweet princess"You climb onto my lap, your legs on my shoulders. My pussy.