Her other hand was between her spread legs and rubbing up and down her tight virgin pussy's lips.As I quietly rolled off Beth, I whispered in her ear.... "Keep your knees up and legs spread, Beth. I think Brittany wants to get a closer look."Beth giggled and kept her legs widely splayed.Silently, I stepped behind Brittany. Gently rubbing her shoulders, I asked. "Brittany baby, did you really like the smell of the stains on the sheets? Those were stale. Look at Beth. Isn't her pussy pretty? Would. Seven AM., eighty degrees and not a cloud in the sky. I hate the fact I have to wear shorts on a day like this, or do I? It's Saturday and I need to get in my truck to take a ride. Fifty miles later, I’m up in the mountains and haven’t seen another person for at least ten minutes. This is where I’m pulling over for sure. I get out and lock the doors. I have a spare key hidden under the bumper. Walking around the back of the truck, I’m looking and listening for any signs of civilization. Nothing. Surely this was what I would have looked like had I been born awoman. But what difference did it make, if? For whatever reason there wasno more 'if,' I was a woman now. A young woman in a maid's outfit. Whichgot me to thinking... did I now work here or something?I left my eerie reflection in the bathe, my wide unblinking eyes and stuffedcrimson lips burned into the insides of my eyelids whenever I closed them.Once again I found myself standing in the center of the master bedroomclueless as to. Some have requests for particular types of stories or even explicit story lines. I accommodate when practical. Other letters come from readers who want personal information and photos. Like most authors on this site, or so I hope, I try to turn them away politely. Some include photos, ranging from head shots to penis shots. I am reminded of a certain football player who doesn't know when to retire.Some of the emails come from other authors on this site. Their suggestions are more detailed, and.