“Sure does,” he said and grasped my wrists. He pulled them wide and I released my two-handed grip on his cock. It bounced up and down, swayed, and...eventually stopped at something above horizontal. For some reason, I licked my lips and exhaled loudly.“Go to Marilyn,” he said.Marilyn was on the edge of her bench, knees together. “Turn around,” she said, then undid my skirt, letting it drop to the floor. “You won’t need these, either,” she added, dragging my wet knickers to my ankles. I stepped. ...Yes, I think she can pull it off, without her wig with her hair cut soshort she sort of looks like a boy.....Boys look like their moms all the time.....Well, I thought she could paint on freckles with makeup like Vinny has.Glasses could hid her face a bit too.....If she says she's a boy no one will look too closely.....Well hide them with bandages across her chest and bulky shirts.....Yes, I know she doesn't have too many curves to begin with.....I know she liked not having to watch her. I am still that way today, and I plan to remain that way for the rest of my life.I met some marvelous women; women who took a personal interest in me and helped me become a more rounded individual. My favorite beyond a doubt was Millicent Silvestry. Millicent was the widow of a merchant who had died four years previously from diphtheria. Millie was younger than Connie Spooner and quite attractive. She had a lithe, willowy figure and these big brown eyes that radiated smoky sensuality. I. I gagged and struggled again but achieved nothing more than massaging Bear's dick. The process was repeated again and again, never allowing me to quite catch my breath, my jaw ached from the exertion. Eventually, I felt the cock convulsing, ready to erupt. Bear pulled out at the last minute and covered my face with spurts of his sticky spunk, it felt like he'd drenched me with gallons of the stuff. He looked down at me with a smile."Good night sissy slut. See you again soon."He ruffled my.