You walk over to me, and guide your cock into my welcoming mouth...thrusting a few times...gently but with intent. Our eyes lock as you’re thrusting...and this other guy, following your instruction. You sit down again...cock in hand and continue to watch me as he follows your direction. Pillows underneath me, supporting me, I feel the pressure of his cock entering me...pleasure sensations darting around inside me, like a rocket bouncing around the walls of my womanhood. You watch me…you watch. She noticed my facial expression and began taking off her shirt. I became nervous and sweaty as I watched her take off her bra to see her beautiful freckled breasts. I couldn't speak. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her left boob. "You know, I've been watching you at your games. When you sacked the shit out of that quarterback, went to the sidelines and ripped off your jersey and the end of the game. I've wanted you for a long time." I couldn't breathe. I absolutely couldn't believe that. If he didn't do this, then Mikie wouldbe back in panties and bras and Dr. Zaaijer didn't want Mikie to wearpanties ever again.After Alisa left the recovery room. Mikie went into it to see herfather. She looked sort of like 'Mikie' although he was all bandaged up.The real Jack also wore a great deal of foundation to give his face asmooth youthful appearance. While in the hospital, Dr. Zaaijer would useextensive skin treatments to make Jack's face look more girly, butfoundation makeup would be. I could feel everything, the warm feeling of the liquid coming from deep within my body and shooting out, his walls tightening around me with every gush, and my abdomen flexing with every burst. My entire body was trembling as I pulled out, a pool of my semen following my withdrawal."Nick...Nick..."My eyes focused, their focus no longer blurry from the explosive orgasm. I saw him beneath me, completely trembling. His erection was bouncing rapidly and pouring out precum. His lips were sinking.