I couldn’t keep my hand off her. When she came through the door I was like a kid in the candy store. I was touching, kissing and licking everything ...bout her. We finally found the couch and settle in for some serious sex. I had her undressed in no time and was teasing the tiny tits she had. They were really sensitive as she was getting really wet and could not stop moving. She finally reached into my pants and got my hardness out. Those soft hands felt so good. I actually stop playing with her. There was this parlour near where my wife and I lived and I would often stop and look in the window as see the wonderful works of art displayed there.It was my day off and I was looking forward to a nice quite day. I put my coat on and decided a pub lunch was in order after all my hard work I had put in over the last few weeks. As usual, I stopped outside the Tattoo parlour when the door opened."Hi, there," he said.He looked just like an exile from a motorcycle gang, big with large tattooed. Well, now it's your turn. We'll see if you like it." He moaned around the cock in his mouth as his own rock hard cock throbbed between his legs. He didn't understand it, but he was more excited than he ever remembered being in his life. He felt his wife moving up behind him and then felt something hard pressing against his ass. She must have a strap-on, he thought. He felt a little pain as she started pushing forward and winced a little. He felt the stud holding something under his. ? Casey smiled. ?Takeyour things off carefully and don?t ladder your stockings. Act like alady. We will have to get some things to improve your shape. You needto be girly when you get fucked.? Casey?s smile gave Jackiegoosebumps. She went to the bathroom to become Jack.At work on Monday Casey was her usual self. There were a few exchangeswith Jack but otherwise no acknowledgement of the events over theweekend. A knowing smile, a wink and Casey was her usual bubbly self.That evening Jack dressed.