The feeling was incredible and it felt as if my cock was being massaged by some mystical machine. It felt like some one was holding my cock and squeez...ng their fingers, one at a time, around it."What are you doing? That feels good! Ohhh! Wow!" A girl can train her cunt muscles to massage a cock, Tony, and I have been trained. Enough of that now. I'm horny and it doesn't do very much for me. Fuck me properly!"I lifted my hips. My cock, was wet with her juices, I pulled out till only the head was. I smiled back. "But there are also the great apes, she says, where males fighteach other for access to all the females, and the biggest are theones most attractive to the females and the others get theleftovers." I suppose," I said. Where was this going?"The lesser males accept the situation. They have to. They feelcompetitive, but they know that if they fight a bigger male they'llget torn limb from limb. So all of the males feel pleased to yieldtheir mates up to the bigger male." Adultery. Mother came round to my door and opened it forme. She reached in and took my hand and gently helped me out of the car.As we stood there, gazing at that red door, I felt her arm go around meand her hand softly caress my new right breast."Well, Wendy darling, let's show you what being a real woman is allabout."With Mother's arm around me, we walked slowly to the door. Just as wegot to the door, it opened and a beautiful young woman about my age camethrough the door on five inch stilettos. Her. Donna’s mind raced, she didn’t want to sign, but if she didn’t all hell would break loose, and all the hard work in the weekend was done for nothing. She was sure of that. Gone would be the money, gone the free week, gone the Caribbean.“And it is only a small signature...”Donna grabbed the pen on the table and wanted to sign the receipt. Ms. Brendan smiled and stopped her, which made Donna sigh with relief at first.“She doesn’t want me to sign anyway...” was her first thought.“Not so fast,.