"Anya's eyes narrowed. "Why?"I shrugged. "We played a lot when we were growing up - you werea tomboy. I taught you how to throw a fastball, remember. ...But ifyou could change, you know, make yourself younger, you could dothings girls do - we could do them together." Who said I can't change?" Anya said cautiously."But..." The words sputtered to a halt. "Hmm, I guess you didn'tsay. So you can run the magic too?"Anya gave me another of her enigmatic smiles. "Let's just say thatI'm learning."I felt a. He was forcefully guiding Steve onto his rod with a quickening pace. He was really fucking Steve's face hard.I could feel my cock getting hard and I let my towel drop. I began stroking my 7" rod and watching intently what was going on. I'd never thought about having sex with men before, but being confronted with it was really getting me hot. I was wishing that it was me having that fat cock rammed down my throat. I was both scared and excited, then I dropped my soap and shampoo.Steve and Butch. Jorge and I resumed, laying on the last five strokes for all we were worth.Hard blows between her cheeks were matched by the first strikes to her nipplesand their lovely halos. The twenty completed, she was given a drink of waterto ease her scream-ravaged throat while Jorge and I enjoyed some ale. Inspecting Jorge's work, I noted with pleasure the drippings from her quim.Not salt water but rather the fluids of excitement her body produced now stainedher thighs and the deck below. The lady had. ." Hold your horses" I interrupted, laughing. "Have you ever actually done any of these?"She hesitated. "Not as such, Boss. But the pictures were very clear, and we practised all the moves." She sounded a little disappointed that I was casting any doubt on her skills."Hmmmmm. You just hop up, and I think we will play it by ear."She slipped her panties down — such a small and easy action — and climbed up on the bed. In a second she was arranged on her back, her skirt round her waist with her.