.I...hurt you badly! I had no idea thatyou wanted to....that you would...I need you," she said as she startedcrying. "I had no idea that you felt this... strongly about...becominga...woman! I didn't know!" Yeah," I said, "and you didn't ask either, did you? You and dad justassumed that I was what? A queer? Or crazy? Maybe both! Hell, younever cared about me, or you would have found the time to be able toattend at least one event in my life, like when I was named classValedictorian? Or... how about. It was an eye-opener for Steve. There were six of them, all in their twenties, and they had rented a chalet for a week. Two of the guys were married but went without their wives, and it was these two that led the ‘Hunt for Cunt’ from day one. They hit the bars, tried chatting up groups of girls, moving on quickly if there was no chemistry. One of the married guys, Dave, pulled on the first night. What amazed Steve was how Dave clinched the ‘Come back to my chalet’ with a very pretty German. You were musky and sweet. I savored it, sucking on them softly. Your scent filled my nose and I breathed it in deeply.My eyes traced your body, devouring every new inch of bare skin as he finished undressing you. He stood behind you with his hands on your hips, as if forcing me to look...forcing me to acknowledge your nudity. Was he trying to make me jealous? Was he really that clueless? He slid his hands up your torso to take hold of your breasts, squeezing and kneading them. I squirmed in my. Once dressed, I walked out in to the living room. As soon as Jim saw me he smiled and waved me closer. He stood up and told me I looked very nice and to always wear that when we “played the game”. He said I was now Stephanie, when I wore the cloths and he would call me that.He told me I could start, so I unzipped his pants and undid his belt. Sliding his pants down I could see he was already semi hard. I stood there, remembering how it felt the first time.I wanted to take my time and enjoy the.