Ross’ cock slipped out of my mouth as my mouth was needed for breathing, the orgasm was so intense.“Fuck me like a slut. You can all do whatever y...u want to me!” I panted as my orgasm felt it was never going to end.“I’m going to fuck your ass again and then come in your mouth. Ass to mouth like a real cheating dirty slut!” Mike snarled.“Oh please! Fuck my ass then come in my mouth! I’m your slut to do with as you wish!” I panted all subservient.Mike held his cock by the base, removing it from. It was a cold Friday evening in February. Sara stood waiting outside the main railway station swaddled in a long dark winter coat and bright woollen scarf. She felt the cold light wind on her legs. Trousers, she thought. Perhaps I should have worn trousers. No, she decided. Tonight there were good reasons not to. She stamped her feet as hard as her heels would allow. Smiling to herself, she felt instantly warmer. She probably wouldn't have to wait long. "Hurry up, Sam!" she said under her. How does that tiein with me and my being a woman now?"Though it pained her to do so, Kathy proceeded on with her explanation."Well, in these dreams I've been having, there we are, making love, andall of a sudden you up and turn into a woman, who, I sorry to have tosay, looked to be a dead-ringer of the you that you are now. So,anyhow, to make a long story short, in these dreams, after you up andchange into a woman, the two of us eagerly engage in what I can onlydescribe as a lesbian. Sure, part of that was the size but an equal part was the man it was attached to. A few times at his home on a weekend day I could lie on the couch with him as he watched some sporting event: golf, baseball, football, whatever. My head would be on his abdomen and his cock in my mouth, my hand and fingers playing over the shaft and his balls. Mrs. C would roam in and out of the room (not really a sports fan) and occasionally sit next to my butt. As I lazily sucked her husband, she would just.