Then it was a long blond wig, worn in a French braid. Often, she said,her Mistress like her in pigtails with a bit of pink dye.Every week, this lovely...man inched toward womanhood. Every time we met,there was something else to further the transition. His wife must beheartless, the kind of woman you read about in books. He was beingdominated, shoved toward being girlish by a demanding wife.Then there was this. Allison seemed more accepting of her plight asthings went on. He hated it at first.. . I've been confused about a lot of things lately." You mean like wanting to jump your sister's bones?" Heather giggled. My eyes must have bugged out of their sockets at that and I stood there speechless."What?" Girls talk, dummy," she laughed. "What do you think Natalie and I were talking about the other week?" I'm not sure that I want to know," I admitted. "But... what?" You." And what exactly about me?" I wanted to know."Just how big a pervert you really are," Heather answered. "She talks. Just as I had done with my hand earlier, I dragged my tongue from the bottom of her pussy, up between the crack of her ass until my tongue was slowly drawing circles around her tight, little rosebud. I could hear Chris moaning as she hugged the hood of the car.I finally stood up, my face and beard coated with her pussy juice, dropped my trousers and eased my hard cock into her waiting snatch. It felt so damn good as I fucked her slowly at first but then with more pace and pressure. Chris. I am so wet. I bite my lip to keep from whimpering myself when I slip a finger in my hole. My thighs slide even farther apart and I move my hips to the rhythm I can hear Lacey and her boyfriend making. Bang. Bang. Bang, the desk drawers rattle every time his buries himself inside of her. Then, he turns her around so that her plump cheeks are on the edge of the desk. Biting her neck, he rams into her immediately. “Ohhhh!” she screams and begins to whimper slightly the faster he moves. My finger.