Icarried her coat into the downstairs bedroom that was to serve as thecoat repository. I smiled to myself. It appeared I had passed my firstinspecti...n!Back in the kitchen, things were well under control. Mark and Mary camedown in costume. Mark was dressed as Simon, from American Idol and Marywas Paula. What a cute idea and they pulled it off quite well.Soon the doorbell rang and guests began to arrive. I was a busy girl,carrying coats and arranging them carefully on the bed. It wasn't. "You are turning me in to a cocksucker," she complained playfully as she scooted just a bit to gain access to mouth me.I laughed at that comment playfully reminding her of the blowjobs she had described as giving to the men she had chosen to suckle her through the months. I loved knowing that she enjoyed the act, especially in swallowing their cum as it exploded in her accommodating mouth.In the distance we heard the sound of a Harley motor coming up behind us. She sat and glanced in the rear. After several minutes, Nick told me to eat Carol’s pussy. I hated to leave his cock, but it is also hot when Nick tells me what to do. I moved behind Carol to lick her wet, neatly groomed pussy. The taste was not as good as mine, but it was still quite enjoyable. As with all of our FFM threesomes, Nick positioned me across the bed on my knees to fuck me from behind. He then told Carol to get under me, on her back; so that she could lick us both while I ate her pussy. This scenario is our. Najib -rightly so Ihave to say- believed the transition clitoris procedure would strengthenour bond, enhance my femininity and exalt Mustapha's manliness.In bed that night, we kissed, kissed and then kissed some more. Withsweetness and tenderness, but also with a yearning for something way morecarnal. At some point, Mustapha's cock reached a level of hardness thatalmost hurt him. The base was rock hard, the veins in it were throbbingand his head was dripping with precum. He said nothing, but I.