The last thing was my 4″ black leather stappy pumps. I was now ready to be a woman. What I was not aware of was that two guys were down at the pond ...nd heard me rustling through the bags and decided to investigate. I had just laid down on the blanket and started licking and sucking on the rubber dildo that I had brought with me.I was lost in what I was doing when the guys came up beside me. One of them cleared their throat to get my attention. I looked up in horror to find to guys watching me. No two kisses are exactly the same, except, perhaps, for little pecks.” They shared a slightly longer kiss, after which, she said, “That was better, however even softer. This time, just hold your lips loose in the same ... posture. I’ll be changing how I hold my lips on yours. Feel those changes, but don’t change how you hold yours, however, take in what those different postures feel like to you. Are some more interesting than others? Do any feel weird or tickle or ... or whatever? I’ll take it. Since it was time for supper, I suggested that we all go out as my treat. This was agreeable and we went out to the cars. No one really had a car comfortable for four people. I offered to drive and Jill said she would ride with me. George and Mike rode in Mike's car. We went over to a Mexican restaurant that was one of my favorites. On the way over, Jill sat with her left leg folded under her and let her skirt ride up. I quickly noticed that she wasn't wearing panties as her right leg was. Hearing this other girl speak Sophie was able to pick up a few things about her potential identity: It was a young voice, probably mid twenties; the accent was local like her own but softer. Sophie still couldn't quite get over how shy this girl seemed to be. In fact if you had heard them talk you could have mistaken her for a captee not a captor. One thing was for certain though. This was not a voice Sophie recognised so again she spoke out:"But, who are you?" I do not expect you to remember.