Anniemade both my wardrobe and look even more outrageous. Sometimes I wasdressed as a maid, hooker, or even put into a kitten costume, completewith e...rs and a tail. She amused herself by speculating out loud whatsix months or a year of chastity and feminization would do to me. I wasalready feeling different, so those possibilities were genuinelyfrightening. My entire sex life revolved around devoting myself to mywife's body and her orgasms. I had become obsessed with my oral duties,hating. His kisses were simply delightful and teasing, so I gave him the liberty to press home on my own lips, returning the small intrusion of my tongue into his open mouth, I was really beginning to ache in all those familiar places, especially between my thighs, where I shamefully found myself brushing against his very visible and material straining erection.'So he has a big cock', I thought, not realizing I had been passionately returning his kisses, with a little enthusiasm than I was meant to.'I. It went down like this: on my stepmom's initiative we were booked into a woodsy hidden chalet in the hills for the weekend. On e inside we all stopped and gawked around in awe at the all wood interior, open upper level loft, full kitchen, indoor spa. No bedrooms, just a gigantic bed in the middle of it all. No sooner than when we settled were the clothes flying. I don't know who started but a collective sprint towards the hot tub ensued. Big splash and the sensuous touching began, it was to be. Ed was beside me screaming orders, kicking the pistol away, shoving me up the gangway, and looking in every direction for more shooters. Winnie came flying out of the salon doors, gun-in-hand, and rushed to my side, pulling me up and out of danger. On the main dock, people were trying to figure out what just happened, and Ed used the momentary distraction to push the shooter's body off the dock, into the murky water. Another crewman instantly got out a high-pressure hose and washed the dock.