She suddenly break the kiss and lean back, I can see her nipples pressing against the fabric of the t-shirt and I can see her faint smile“Don’t wo...ry, I like it when you look, at least you enjoy them”I run my fingers over her hard nipples and look up into her eyes, I slowly run my hands down her body and up her soft skin under the t-shirt, she watch me in silent anticipation, I slowly stroke over the soft undersides of her breasts and she sigh softly, I slowly stroke over her breasts, savoring. By change I mean the puppiesstarted to morph into guys. Big hairy naked guys with nice tushes andrippling muscles. I should have been frightened by this sudden intrusion.I tried to shut out such thoughts but instead I found myself imaginingpressing my flesh against their hard bodies.Ugh! It was shameful. It was gross. It was exciting. But what straightguy wants to admit, even to himself, that they are getting their rocks offthinking about naked men? "You didn't just think that, did you? I. His breathing grew heavy as he ran a hand up to squeeze my soft young breasts, running a finger over each of my nipples. His other hand ran down to squeeze my ass, and then he brought it round to run a finger between the lips of my cunt. "You're so wet..." he whispered, as if surprised, "is that for me?"I didn't dare answer, but it didn't seem like he needed me to. Almost as soon as he'd whispered the words, I felt him press the tip of his finger into me, and I gasped as he slipped it deep into. "Please wait your turn, like a gentleman," replied Kathy in a melodiouscontralto. Kathy's a very pretty blond 5' 4", 115 lb, a post op, whoclearly fell in the "I can't believe she was ever a boy" class. She washowever willing and able to stand up for herself and the group."Get out of my way, you queer!" as he rush toward the door, pulling hisfist-ed right arm back threatening to slug her if she didn't comply.Suddenly he felt a spray in his face and his eyes began to burn. When hefelt a hand.