It was a tall table with a little cupboard underneath, she tugged it open and pulled out her box of tricks and a tube of her favorite lube.Jasmine had...tried to resist using the toys, only because they weren’t satisfying enough during these times. Still with a few drops of the clear oil on her hands Jasmine slipped into the rythem, biting back a moan as she ran her fingers over swelling breasts, tugging the nipples and letting them slide across her palm.She put a dab of stimulator on her clit. Tim's cheeks weresoft and smooth with a light rose hue, soft pinks framing his eyes withshadow, false lashes adding to his own thick lashes with plenty of coatsof mascara. They really made his light blue eyes pop and look sofeminine. Pink lip liner, a lighter pink lipstick and gloss made hislips positively glisten and look oh so kissable.Tim looked embarassed. He told me that when Margaret showed him theresult in the mirror, he couldn't believe his eyes. He not only passedas a woman, but he. Hearing cries from both him and Tiffany, I shook as he still hadplenty of cum left in him, and soon came inside her.Angela was next, but as he got her on top of him, he instead told us toplay with each other and put on a show. With my pussy still sore, I gotup and fondled Angela's firm breasts as Tiffany got behind me and groundup against my firm ass, coating it with her mixed juices as he watchedon. Tilting my head back, I passionately kissed Tiffany, then Angela as ourslender, feminine bodies. I set a savings fund up for him years ago, which Sylvia discreetly gave him a few years ago. He doesn't know about me. She always gives me her underwear, once a year, after our night together. Approaching 40 and still living alone. Still sucessfully seducing married women and relieving them of there pants. The arrival of the thong panty was a memorable time in my life. I loved them. Most men do. The eroticism of seeing a sexy lady bend at the waist and see the string disappearing into her arse.