"Molly took my hand, pulled me up off the couch and said, "Sister, let me teach you."Leading me to her bedroom, Molly had me lay down on her bed and i...structed me to wait. Being a good girl, I waited (and rested) for her to return.When Molly swished back into the room, wearing only her bra, garterbelt, stockings and shoes, she carried an obviously ready red enema bag in one hand the nozzle in the other. But the nozzle wasn't an ordinary white tip, it was a large pink buttplug!"You ready for a. I told her how beautiful she was. I told her how much I loved her. I told her how proud I was to be her lover. "And, surely you, are also in love, I can tell it by your liquid eye and heaving bosom."She blushed and accepted the rose and I kissed on her hand. A scarlet flush shot over her features at my allusion to her finely molded bosom, but it was evidently pleasing, and far from offensive, to judge by her playfully spoken, "Oh! Aamir,!" and she blushed.We kept walking for some time and when. I lifted her head to my sex. “Lick me,” I told Rachel, holding her face to my crotch. I could feel each thrust into her through my ass resting on Rachel’s collarbone. Rachel began to lick, her tongue sliding across my delicate flesh. She wasn’t doing the best job ever, but I forgave her: she was drunk and getting a hard fucking. I locked back over my shoulder. The woman reaming her pussy was really getting into it, leaning on the bolster, hips thrusting. She was well-muscled and looked like. There'd be some suggestively sexy saying on the shirtand I'd happily give everyone a close up view.Plus I'd have some high heeled shoes of some kind that would help callattention to my incredible legs. Was I thinking of pumps, mules, stilettosor something else entirely? I realized at that moment I knew absolutelynothing about women's shoes. In that regard at least I was still all male.I realized I was missing jewelry as well. I thought about the kind ofjewelry that bimbos like the new me.