Tobi felt himself climaxing into his panties. Hiscum was pale, tinted pink, and translucent, with no hint of sperminside them. Sissies didn't sire chi...dren, and Tobi wouldn't ever havethe urge again. He squealed as he pushed his rump backwards, wigglingit slightly with the wolf inside it. He wanted to spread his nirvana.He wanted to bring his mate to cum, for the wolf to feel the sameblissful afterglow his kitten had experienced. He wanted to know he'dbeen a good sissy and taken a man's load.. . this time without the interference of her panties, getting in the way.My fingers traced the outline of her pussy, fingering and gently tugging on her lips and running just along the inside of them. I didn't plunge into her depths and I purposely neglected her clit too, even though I knew that was what she wanted me to do. Her hands moved up to her hips, holding onto her dress and balling the material up in her hands."Good girl. Keep those hands away and let me play." Ohhh..."Becky did respond. Barb, who had been dozing, opened her eyes looked up and said, “Good morning, again, my darling mistress. How may I serve you today?”“By just lying still and letting me caress your golden body,” Susan replied.Barb was startled. Her eyes opened wide with surprise. “But ... but ... but I’m ugly, Mistress...”At that Susan began to chuckle. Startled, Barbara stopped in mid sentence. “You never really look at yourself in a mirror, do you?” Susan asked. Then she giggled and added, “There’s that. He appraised her body and apparently approved. He spoke very good English. He said: “You look hot. You’re wearing too much.” He undid the sarong and let it drop to the floor. He appraised her again, now she was basically naked. He was wearing cycling gear. The bulge in his Lycra shorts got suddenly bigger. She went very wet between her legs. He told her to lie on the bed face-down but to keep her little string on. “You will enjoy how I remove that later,” he said. She did, she said. It had.