She continued to refer to me as Mia and as awoman which made me even more nervous."Tell me the truth, did you enjoy the day at the salon, Mia?"I answe...red honestly, "Yes it was a dream come true, I loved it andBridget was amazing." Yes, I love Bridget and I've been going to her for years.Do you like howgood you look now?"Again, I answered honestly, "Yes, I do but I'm kind of shocked thatyou're OK with this.I mean last time you saw me as Mia, you never wantedto see her again." Well baby, things. The next few days went much the same. Tom was perfectly gracious as a host ... as gracious as a professional hotelkeeper. He showed her around the property, including the cabin, and he taught her how to snowmobile, though she was afraid to take the great rumbling beast between her legs much above 10 mph. She was having a good time ... but not the kind of time she'd hoped for.And it was time to admit to herself that that was what she had hoped for. She'd hoped for the feel of a rough, muscular. Full and soft.Her nipples where smaller than Regina’s.She worked the lotion up my leg. She would not meet my eye as I watched.“Mike you should take off those heavy shorts and get a full tan” Regina suggested.“Good idea,’ I replied.I sat up, unfastened the jeans and pushed them down. I kicked them away with my foot. I lay back down.Maria had stood up. She was holding the bottle with both hands and looking at the pond.“Maria, look how muscular Mike is” Regina said.Maria glanced down at my. "Christ almighty, Mark thought, driving right past the high school toward the Ranch Road; he was getting a gnawing hard-on at the sound of her voice and the lewd story she was telling him. He couldn't help but think of his own wife, Jean, naked and kneeling before the huge german shepherd, and the brute's thrusting cock driving her right out of her skull! Shit, could this inexperienced teenaged girl be expected to do less?"Listen," he hoarsely rasped, forcing the unwanted memories of his young.