He squirted his filthy juice into my face. It's all your fault." She tossed herself onto the bed and lay there sobbing.Sophie left her daughter to cry.... After unpacking soap, shampoo, and towel from her suitcase she wrapped the towel around her waist and set off into the twilight to find the showers. The ablution building was separate from the main cabin. It was next to the kitchen. The four shower stations were not partitioned. They faced a row four toilet cubicles boasting surprisingly modern. It looked like someone had spread watered-down paste. The only thing that convinced me it wasn't faked was the thick glob suspended in mid-air in the six inch space between the small slit of the cock and the pink tongue extended toward it, surrounded by whorish red lipstick. They wouldn't have bothered to dummy up a picture that I could download for free.The cock was beautiful, though that's not what interested me; I looked down at my own and saw that it suffered in comparison, both in length. Jim knew that Frank was displeased. He decided to make Frank a deal he couldn’t refuse. ‘I’ll buy if you stop at the coffee place.’ ‘I was gonna’ stop anyway,’ Frank answered as they approached the diner they’d passed on their way to the gravel pit. ‘But I’m gonna let you buy, anyway.’ Frank pulled the truck off to the side with the other trucks. When they walked into the diner it was about half-full. Jim spotted two empty stools at the counter and started to go for them. ‘Let’s get that table. " Itook her advice and, although the shoes had only a 2 inch heel, Icertainly staggered a bit when I came to take my first steps dressed as awoman.Taking hold of my elbow, Mary helped me totter through the door into thehall, where there was a full-length mirror. As I looked at my reflectionI was staggered. Looking back at me was the image of a woman; not a verypretty woman it is true - and I could recognise my own features under thewig and make-up - but a woman never-the-less. She was staring.