Guy soon set up a dozen accounts with on line make up and lingerie companies, his collection swelled with dozens of bras, slips, panties, garter belts..., and nylons. At nights he dedicated a few hours practicing his makeup techniques and soon mastered the art of looking female. He eventually purchased a pair of high heels and after a dozen falls mastered how to walk in them.Now Guy had never considered venturing outside as a female until tonight, but it was Halloween and he needed to see just how. .. holes in cliffs and junk ... junk and more junk ... but it’s historical and can’t be removed. When I noticed men digging in the river and panning or running high-bankers I realized what the signs meant: Ophir Recreational Reserve.Fossicking was okay.“Erm ... Dad ... you missed our turn,” Abby said.It took awhile to find a place to turn around ... but we managed. We had to go all the way out or the gorge to get organized and on our way back.Central Mines Trail was a two track with more cars. Sharon was in two minds as to whether she should go ahead with the possibilities that presented itself. She only had fifty minutes before the next train and at home her husband was more than functional when it came to satisfying her carnal desires. Was she being greedy? Should she just finish her beer and go back to the station? Should she shag the four guys out in the bar? She needed to speak to Marcus so she grabbed her mobile and called him back. The phone rang for a while before it went to. A private island in the Pacific Northwest, where kinky lifestyles were openly accepted and tolerated. But there were no boundaries. Any kink was tolerated. That meant that many of the models there were of the most extreme form - sporting tattoos and brands, and almost never leaving."Look, you can go and learn a new thing or two about sex, or you can go back to your apartment, and wait for a call on your next shoot." He said, sympathetically.Alessandra thought long and hard, staying on her.