Why, Oh god, what if someone would think I wasn't a female, that I'm really a sissy dressed up as a female because this is my punishment for cheating...on an understanding wife. Now I get to be dressed all the time, and the changes have been made permanent enough that I can't go back as a male. When males come into the restaurant, I look at them look at me , the way I used to look at females. Now I see them and realize how feminine I've become.So I have to try and pass, and blend in as much as. She began riding him, hard, in the cowgirl-style that the others had used the night before. She loved the fact that she was fucking a man who had just boned her sister, her friend, and her best friend."Oh, Matt, you are so fucking wonderful! Don't you see how right I am! This cock belongs in more than one cunt! You should have all the women you want, and no worries about it! Oh, fuck me, honey- fuck your wife right before you fuck her friends again!" Oh, fuck, yes, Judith baby! I want to be a. When Gemma called to ask me if I was okay, I said that I was but needed to think. She was solicitous but also urged me not to think too much except of how excited and aroused I had been. I had certainly been aroused like never before. My whole body seemed to have been an erogenous zone. However, not for the first time, I sensed Gemma was a dangerous influence but one, like a moth to a flame, to whom I seemed drawn.One aspect to Saturday night that really surprised me, even scared me a little,. “I was always the most pleasant and happy soul in the morning and you know it!” Katie said while sitting up against the headboard. When she did her gorgeous breasts hung naturally and begged to have someone touch them. Her legs were still splayed wide open too and there was obviously pussy dew on her lips.Donna was mesmerized once again by the sight of her daughter’s naked body. She was sure she would never get tired of looking at it or touching and tasting it. In fact it was taking all her.