Tales fromthe Pink Side. Throne tried to hold onto that thought but it was alreadychanging and being washed away, like cheap make-up on the face of a...eeping sissy who's eating a very wet pussy. If Throne/Thandy could onlyassemble the missing pieces of this puzzle she was certain she could breakfree of this strange trap.*********Throne shivered. The night air was growing cooler and all he had on was atiny skirt and barely-there top, along with patterned stockings and hookerheels. Why would. I considered all the things which were real to me, my parents, Ginny, my friends and teachers. The reality of the lines was not in doubt. Poised perfectly, totally enclosed in a calm shell of acceptance, I reached out for the lines again, for the second time. This time my conscious mind was ready for whatever the rest of my mind was leading me towards. I shifted my awareness towards the source of that pull, and stepped, without moving away from my existence.How do I describe what just happened?. Luckily for me I was home when she arrived. She had hardly set her purse down when she said, "I want you to fuck me right now" and she headed to the bedroom. She did not have to ask me twice, although I did think it was a bit out of character for her. But I was not going to complain. I walked into the bedroom and she was already naked as she grabbed me by the belt and pulled me to the bed. She undid my pants and threw them to the floor. She grabbed my hard cock, with eager force, and shoved it. Then I dropped my shorts, purposefully not glancing down as I felt my fully ballooned fifth appendage rise from its confines and say hello to the afternoon sun. I’d gotten naked in front of so many pretty girls lately that it was becoming easier to do than speaking to one.“Well, his penis sure isn’t terrified,” the first twin said, laughing a little drunkenly. “I’m Fiona Fine, by the way, and this bitch is my sister Farrah.”Diana coughed while taking a drink. “Oh my bad,” she said. “These are.