She had been unconscious when the gas engulfed her. As a result her core personality had been far more extensively affected. At the primary level of ...consciousness she thought of herself as Emily, a healthy young woman with completely conventional heterosexual wants and desires. Her secondary mental level had been converted as well. Every fiber of her being accepted her femininity as completely natural. She was all woman, with no desire to be anything else. Only at the tertiary level did a. Occasionally she’d fall asleep and Rob would comment on the way she’d curl up or stretch out on the couch, the way her legs looked, the motion of her breasts moving up and down as she breathed. A couple times her nipple would sneak out of her top if she was wearing pajamas at the time. and of course I’d mention private things like her hard erect nipples, how wet she’d get during sex and how good she was during sex. I could tell he’d always show an erection when we talked about her and I’d. "You don't see em much out here on the mesa; they only grow where there's a lot of water." He pointed at the spring and the shallow, narrow stream that disappeared between the rocks. "This spring runs deep and all year long, so they grow here." Mr. Carson, I..." Kathleen began, but Zach waved her quiet.Pointing with his chin, he said, "Horses coming. Sounds like five or six riders." His voice was soft and low. "Get over behind the big Cottonwood next to Buck and untie him." Turning to look her. The sight of Ted's cock sent fear and excitement through me. It was flaccid but floppy and thick. It started with Ted and Michael in an embrace as Michael ran his hand over my chest and down on my semi-hard cock, jacking me gently and slowly. Michael rolled onto his side, rubbed my body, and kissed me before he moved down onto my cock. Ted rolled near me and began to kiss me, his giant tongue rubbing over mine as he rubbed his hand on my chest. He grabbed my hand and put it over his cock, now.