There were variations, for sure, and while the frequency and in-bed intensity didn't diminish much, the atmosphere changed dramatically. It went from ...renzied lust to a more laid-back cuming-and-going, so to speak. Perhaps the novelty of a White woman's body had faded slightly and now it was more or less the normal male passion for cunt at every opportunity.Over those several months I had no way of keeping track of how much Black cock, and cum, Susan was taking. I was at work all day and at. Feeling guilty, ashamed and excited all at the same time I quickly tookit and hung back on the hook the same way I took it off. I wrapped mytowel around my waist and went and put on my normal pajamas, boy didthese feel different compared to the softness of the night gown.That winter when no one was home I would peek into my sister's room andtry on her other clothes. Dresses, skirts, sweaters even her shoes fitme. I continued to do this on and off all winter no one was home halfthe time and my. “Well look like it did have an effect on you son, hmm well I guess it would hurt to try Friday” Paul said adjusting himself.I could tell my dad felt the same way by him adjusting his cock, I thought Friday?“Oh yeah we going to London Friday to watch the England vs Wales friendly game” I said.“That right and I know we are sharing a hotel room together so we can try without your mum and sister knowing” Paul said licking his lips.“Ok dad I hold you up to that because it the only way I know how to. She took me into her house, offered me shelter, offered me a job, offered me a place in the world.At first, I pushed her away, I resisted her attempts to mould me into the girl that she wanted. And, when I did, she wouldn't respond with anger, simply disappointment. There were no punishments in those early days, save for her disdain. That stung more than any spanking ever could.But even the sharpest rock in the fastest river becomes smooth with time, and so it was with me. Fear of rebuke,.