..if you knew how often I think of you." "What are you thinking now Johnny?" she asks as she lubes my ass. "Nothing, nothing Fio." "Johnny." rougher n...ow. "The truth." With two fingers deep in my asshole she closes her hand and lifts me back against the cushions. Her lips on my ear she says, "Truth Johnny, I want to hear it. Tell the truth". I can't lie, so I spill. "I'm thinking that I am a beautiful girl, that it's summer, I am lying in a field of uncut hay. We are girl lovers." My heart is. When I dropped the silverware on the counter, I caught her eye and knew she knew why my fingers had suddenly become useless. ‘Are you okay?’ she said with a knowing laugh. I could have crowned her! ‘Of course I am’ blushing with my replied, knowing I was caught. She just laughed more. I did not see or hear you come into the kitchen, probably because my senses were so overloaded at that moment. I had all I could do to just breathe. As I turned to ask where the platters were, I saw you. My heart. Once, twice and on the third stroke he came, shouting out as his cum pumped into your throat. He pulled back and a stream splashed across your hood and into your eyes. You look back at me. Is this what you wanted to see? Does this please you? You turn back and crawl towards the next man. Different men, different cocks, same result. Your hood and suit are covered. Rivulets of cum trickle across your breasts and slip from your mouth and eyes. After each man you turn to show me their cum in your. Her wardrobe became fashionable and hair more styled; her shoes more lady-like; and make up, manicures and nail polish became more of her standard. At some point in this metamorphosis, Gail began to notice that men were looking at her differently, lustfully eyeing her body and smiling. Gail enjoyed men looking at her and began to dress in a fashion that highlighted her womanly assets. There followed an increasing awareness of her own body and increasing sexual feelings and thoughts, flirting,.