She politely but firmly declined.It was the four of them around the table — blond haired Jacob, red-haired Marnie, brown-haired Susan and black-hair...ed Ann. Four people as different in looks as could be imagined — Jacob was thin as a rail; Marnie was buxom with a full figure; Susan was tall and small busted; Ann was short and just starting to fill out — but so alike in temperament.Jacob had admit that they made a good team.The routine changed about three weeks after their return.Jacob and Ann. I cleared my throat-and even that was definitely the sound of a girl clearing her throat-and I said, "Hi Arnie".Of all I'd seen so far this was the biggest shock. I wasn't displeased with the voice, but to open your mouth and hear an almost completely female voice come out is most unnerving. Even so, it was not quite the totally female voice I would have soon. I hesitated to say anything else for a moment as Arnie looked on, but I thought I might as well get used to it."I guess I'd better get. He would find the shack and Mary and all would return to normal. Raking his hair out of his face with his fingers, he threw back his shoulders and proceeded on his way home.Unfortunately for Patrick, when he arrived at the top of his climb to relative safety and plunged across the terrain beyond the canyon rim, he ran blindly. He knew he had gone looking for his goat herd to the north of the shack. But was he still north of his place? He continued walking with the afternoon shadows stretching. So she stoped, tried it more slow, she could ram it a bit more in, but I felt like an fucking train is gonna kill my Ass. So I said "stop please". She looked a bit disapointed on me. We tried it again, but it simply hurted to much. So I said to her she should lay down on her back. She did.So I crawled over her, holded her mighty prick on it´s shaft with my hand and I went slowly down. Damn slowly.Soon I could ride it. I felt how much it splitted me, but it turned me so fucking on. I sitted on.