As Sir Michael slowly pulled Stella's knickers down to her knees, he couldn't help but notice the black and very bushy nest of PUBIC hair. It was a wo...nderful thick Bush of Black PUBIC hair. Sir Michael thought to himself as he see her pubic hair that she had almost as thick a Bush as his wife Dawn.. Now with her jodhpurs and knickers round her knees, Sir Michael bent her over the arm of the sofa. And picked up one of the freshly cleaned and oiled stirrup leathers. Folding it in half he pushed. I watched as my reddish hair turned dark black and began to grow untilit was down to about where my bust line was. The final transformationto occur was the lightening of my skin. It went from Lizzy's sun tannedbronze to Christina's pale milky white.Smiling at my reflection I brought my new hands up to my chest andplaced them on top of my mammoth breasts. My hands couldn't even matchthe size of my tits. It was amusing. "Nice..." I said as I gave them aslight squeeze. The feeling I got was. A wedding ring flashed on her hand. She was wearing tight, gray yoga pants and a black sports bra, her breasts round. She looked gorgeous.I wondered...I rolled down the window. “Hi,” I called. “Hello, how are you?”The woman glanced at me and smiled. “Oh, hi.” Something shifted in her eyes as she stared at me, the glimmer of desire kindling in them. My husband had done something to me. “Aren't you the mayor's wife?”“I am,” I said. “Linda Davies.”“Lauren Kelly,” she said. Her husband just stood. I spent the rest of the day melting and skimming, trying to get the mound of gold nuggets down to a size that wasn’t blocking the trailer so much.For the next three days all I did was melt and skim gold, making a significant dent in the mound of nuggets while I watched the stacks of gold bars grow.Deciding it was time for a break from melting gold I loaded the wagon with a trenching tool, partial bins of sand and lime, an empty bin, and the mixing bin, and headed to the canyon. It was time to.