John spread her pussy lips and popped two fingers in and moved them slowly in and out. She coughed, a phlegmy tobacco inspired emission that made John...jump. Fuck me, thought John, she’ll probably fart point blank in my face if don’t move sharpish. He felt a cross between a gynaecologist and Barry Foster in ‘Frenzy’ as he moved in to lick her pussy. Larvely! As he inserted his tongue into her vagina he was hit by an eye sizzling and nostril singing whiff of what reminded him of ammonia, or maybe. I was proud of how you excited those men, how you were so damned… well, so damned desirable!” “Well, if we are being honest here, that wasn’t all bad – at least not at first. A part of me deep inside that I don’t always like admitting to was more than a bit tingly to be the ‘bad girl in the back seat.’ It was exciting to act slutty and to entertain two men at the same time. You watched from afar – aka the front seat. You ensured my safety while I fucked and sucked men whom I would never see. ‘Um-hmm,’ she responded: ‘… if you don’t mind?’ ‘Hm-umm,’ I agreed: ‘… why not? I did, … and she was curious, … is curious.’ ‘Um-hmm,’ Martha agreed, and then after a moment added softly: ‘Me too.’ Her hand slid down from my breast, past my navel, and then found my hair, her fingers gently playing in it for a moment, and then slipping down and gathering up my balls, pulling my soft skin up until they could hold them both and then massaging them gently. I murmured: ‘You’d like it, … I do, …. I dressed conservatively as Denise would have done. This time,however, I knew instinctively how to put on a bra. Well at least this was turning out to be a learning experience This weekend being a woman, Ifigured, would be a great training ground if I ever had the desire tobecome a transvestite. But then it would only be for kicks. For that grandold art form of female impersonation was pretty much wiped out by the waveof DNA created impersonators. Why pay to see a guy made up to look.