”“OH-HELL-YES! Finally, I have a pair of titties I can be proud of.”“You look absolutely stunning, Jennifer. Hurry, pull your long skirt up an...d show me your pussy. I see the others coming out of the house and I want to kiss my new woman’s pussy.”“YES - OH DAMN, Hawley. I just got a big come when you kissed my pussy. Please tell me that your name is tattooed on my pussy lips.”“It is, and you now belong to Hawley Battle – Mind, Body and Pussy. If you like, I’ll leave it up to you, to let me take. She was so incredibly beautiful. I asked myself again how I could allow another man to touch her. Was I crazy? What Pandora's boxes was I opening? I was sure Jen had always been faithful, but I knew she had had a number of relationships before we met. In fact, I loved hearing about her past lovers. From all that pillow talk, I knew Jen was attracted to tall, athletic, rugged looking guys. She had fallen in love with me even though I didn't fit that picture, but Ralph was cut exactly out of that. I marveled at her diminutive waist and proportionally large boobs. Although her chest was far smaller than any real woman's, they managed to look big on her. There were even tiny, well-placed nipples peeking out, along with a real-looking navel and anatomically correct hints between her legs. Sex was an obvious impossibility, but it allowed the fantasy of her being a complete woman to exist. Only any hint of pubic hair was missing.I pressed where instructed and a panel on her back popped open.. Money was no problem for any of us - we were loaded, or rather, ourparents were. They owned and ran the Lagoon Island Resort, one of theupmarket island resorts on the southern edge of the Whitsundays.The ping from my computer bought me back to reality. The first twoemails were from friends back home on the island, Tony and Jack,verifying that we would see them Wednesday week and then telling us ofsome new babes they had met. The next one said I had won somecompetition sponsored by the Resort de.