"But, but for me, why Beth Peters, and why a women character?" Babe, you remind me of her. And if you were a woman, you would likely bejust like her. ...ou have facial, body and personality similarities. Andwhen I done with you, no one will tell the difference. Trust me." But I don't want to go to Monica's party dress as a woman and have drunkguys make lewd remarks and or try passes at me." Oh, buttercup, you won't be just dressed as a woman, but you will feel,act and believe you are Beth. I won't force you into it, I won't even ask you to do it for my benefit. I'll only do it if it will make you happy."Allison stared at him for a moment, still shivering. She had her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She was still afraid, he could tell. But slowly, hesitantly, almost imperceptibly, she nodded."Okay," she said."Well that won't do at all," Brit told her. "How's Jeff going to get excited about this if you make it seem like you're reluctant? You made us confess our love to each. Passionately. Hungrily. Lustily. As Alan’s hands roamed her body, Marissa let him up long enough so he could move to the center of the unmade bed. Then, she took his hands and pinned them down. He put up a token struggle, but otherwise willingly met his fate. They continued to kiss. Marissa pressed her body against his. Alan’s cock was hard, brought to attention by his lover’s eagerness. Marissa started to grind her pussy against him and soon felt the head of his cock against the entrance to. I was in heaven. I had a fourteen-year-old beauty eager to love my sixty-two-year-old body. It thrilled me that she wanted to make love every day, and often more than once. We seemed to both need to make love first thing in the morning and before we went to sleep at night.One morning Rayna asked, “Am I being too demanding? Am I over-sexed?”“Darling, it is normal and natural for a woman to want to make love to her man. If you were asking too much of my body, I wouldn’t get an erection. As long.