I only wished the taps that controlled the estrogen were turned more fully up!I mean, I still had what us girls would call 'a pash' but I couldn't fi...nd any for the local boys with their honking adenoidal noises, nor for the strange two dimensional pop stars that appeared on our black and white television screens. Well, ours anyway because we couldn't afford a colour tv or licence. No. My pash were for newsreaders; older men with authority and confidence. Groomed and worldly-wise. One in. There I stripped her naked and put her on the shower floor. With tear stained cheeks and drool running down her chin I aimed my cock at her and started to piss. All over her face and into were wide open mouth my piss flew. She just moaned and started to play with her pussy. When I was down I stuck my cock into her mouth and told her to clean it. Then I got her up and reached for my razor and shaving cream so she could shave that peach fuzz hairy cunt. As she sat on the toilet spreading her legs. Ill do it, I say as I walk towards the living room. Of course you will, slut, you reply as you follow me to our audience, you have to. I walk into the living room, and I see two men: one who is large, bearded and has a smile on his face, the other who is heavy, short and already unzipping his pants. I also see a woman, but she is dressed in mens dress clothing, different than the type of woman Im used to being with. She has a short buzzcut and is looking at me, hungrily. Alright guys, what are. I lept over to the lifting bar, which I realized had a lot more weight than I could easily handle on it, and i started to lift right when they walked by. “33...34….35.” I put the bar down and felt like I was about to pass out, but acted cool and tough about it. Miss D and Miss A were watching me and we said hello. Miss A said, “I didn’t know you could lift so much,” as she felt my bicep. Miss D replied, “He can lift a lot more than just weights,” she winked at me.I continued my workout, working.