Let the girls oil themselves up and slide around on us while we work. That blonde with the big tits really gets me going when she rides pillion with m...e.”“There, are you happy now?”“Very. What should we do first?”She paused for a moment as if she were listening to an ear bud, which she may well have been doing. I could imagine a control room somewhere, perhaps in some sort of interstellar spaceship, with dozens of project officials standing around, bored out of their minds while I rutted with. I tore her and lodged myself halfway in with that first thrust. She cried out but not loud enough to be heard down the street. "That was the worst of it," I said. I waited while she tensed for the next thrust and while she relaxed. Then I thrust to the bottom.Fully within her, I took time to kiss away her tears. "That hurt," she said."I never said that it wouldn't. You knew it would. It hurts every woman the first time. But do you think that you hurt as much as those you hear crying?" Not. Things were changing, I was changing. The woman was getting taller or I was getting smaller, I couldn't tell which. It was as if I was drunk. I looked at the girl eye to eye. She was now the same size as me. It couldn't be right, I was 6'2", and she was no more than 5' tall. The sleeves of my coat were hanging over my hands, my jeans fell down.'What have you...' I went to speak but the sound, the tone was of the girl, I sounded like Lucy. I looked at Emily and then Lucy. 'I sound like Lucy.... Until her boobs got big enough the other woodworkers thought she was a boy. By then her skills were so good that they didn’t care. The men even kept saying things in front of her that girls and women weren’t to hear. If the men went over the line with something they were saying or someone new made comments about her being a girl, she would tell them things women talked about that none of them wanted to hear.Sounds like a way to bitch slap them around.“Why isn’t it hard,” she said pointing to my.