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with her hands over her head, moaning excessively, covered in
sheet to the neck. Steve gasped and Trash rolled over to look
at where the gasp came from. Now Steve could see Trash was
not touching Linda. He could see Linda’s hands over her head.

There was also a peculiar bulge in the sheet over Linda's
privates, making it look like she had an erection, while she
moaned in ecstasy. His mind could not expand to the place
where he could imagine it was really a little four-and-three-
quarter inch tall buxom and beautiful woman doing something
incomprehensible down there. His face was awash in shock. All
he could reason with his mind was that Linda was a she-male.
Trash followed his gaze, assessed the situation and muttered
matter-of-factly, “It’s a threesome.” Steve shut the door and

went back to bed, finding sleep difficult. ‘Sometimes’ he
thought, ‘it is better not to know what Trash is up to.’ He
raided the mini-bar and self-medicated himself to sleep.

In the morning, Trash pulled the little sexpot off his penis just
so he could get a moment to think and attempt to converse
with the beautiful little woman. She frowned and wanted to see

it again. He waved at her to pay attention. She wanted to
please him so much she paid attention.

“The way you fixed the window last night. Can you do that
with other things besides glass?”

The little sexpot smiled at him and nodded. She was very
excited that somehow she understood everything he thought.

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