I looked allfeminine and girly and I liked what I saw.Have I been missing out in this up to now?It certainly felt like that.Should I have been born fe...ale?I was beginning to think I should have.No time to stand and stare, I had to finish dressing. Janetstayed so that she could zip up my dress. I think it was thetightness of the skirt of the dress that got to me. I realisedthat my movements were restricted and I could now only takesmall steps. This appealed to me. Janet noticed I liked thisidea. We were just getting dressed when a college age couple on bikes rode by honking there squeeze horns at us. We waved as I zipped my short up and laughed as we went to the house to go to the downtown area for the evening. We had a nice seafood dinner and were walking down the street checking the shops out. I had stopped to look in one window when I looked up Jodie as talking to 2 college age men. What are you doing Jodie I asked. I am talking to these hansome young men she said, looking at them. He stammered no problem. She rolled over and closed her eyes. He squirted some lotion onto her belly. She shivered and giggled. The guy asked what was so funny. Julie replied that the lotion looked like cum, but it was cold instead of the nice warmth of fresh cum. He giggled that it smelt better too. Julie looked him in the eye and said But I bet it doesnt taste as good as cum. The guy squirmed as his dick swelled too large for his swim trunks. Tom returned and saw the guy tense up. Sitting. “Can we?”“Let’s.” Daphne slinked to the grass and shimmed her panties around her twisting hips. She planted her palms into the soft soil and squeezes, pushing her ass up in the air. As Holly descended, Daphne adjusted herself, widening her stance until she felt the futa’s girth pressing against her wetness. “There you are,” Daphne grinned. She tried to brush the hair that dangled in her eyes away while pushing back. “There you-AH!”Holly hammered into Daphne with a few meaty thrusts. She kept.