"I got it," she said. "Do what I said." Yes, ma'am," I said.Upstairs, I removed the other utensils from the packaging and placed them on the bed. A sp...on and two spatulas, one slotted and one not. I looked at them, trying to imagine her thought process. It seemed that she intended to collect all four utensils in her purse by the end of the night.I heard her coming up the stairs and I quickly moved to the corner, standing with my hands at my sides. I felt an increasing sense of giddiness with. "I hated to admit it, but she was right. I had gone beyond the point of no return. Even if I had agreed to quit now, I no longer had any male clothes in my possession, and all my records were under a female identity. And I'm sure if I did stop this little game, Victoria wouldn't be all too helpful in restoring my male identity. My masculinity was in her hands, and I would only get it back when she said so.I stuck out my arm, and the doctor injected the hormone. For the next twelve months, I. "Will you try and find a way for us to go on like this? You've shown me what it feels like to be made love to as a woman, to be fucked in every hole in my body, to climax so many times in one night that I'm almost delirious with pleasure. I don't want to lose that."Philip could see that there were tears in his daughter's eyes. He hardly knew what to say that would reassure her. He could think of no way that Sara would ever accept their lust for each other without divorce, the police and prison.. His middle finger was taking his time to slide between my soft and wet lips. I felt myself stepping my feet more wide to make it more easy for him to touch me there. Slowly he started finger fucking me and testing the waters. We stumbled on our feet and almost lost balance while I guided him in the small room to our shower. I did not want a complete shower, only the intimate parts I love to be washed and clean “before using”. This is the thrill I get from new hands touching me. I couldn’t.