Mission 3 would be in the evening and promised a load. 6 loads, my heart skipped a beat at the idea and desire to be cum drunk by the end of the night...Afternoon rolls around. I see mission 2 walking towards my house and I can feel my mouth water. I open the door and smile as he walks in. He leans in, kisses me hard and grabs my ass. His chest rubs against my breasts and I start to lead him to my room. I close the door and turn to him, but as my hands reach for his pants, I hear his phone blast. The facial work came a few months later. Timmy always had fine featuresand never had much for whiskers but a few treatments with laserelectrolysis soon had him as smooth skinned as any woman. Some vocalsurgery soon raised his voice into a more feminine tone, and with a bitof work on his cheekbones and an adjustment to give him a button nose hewas soon looking very feminine indeed. And still the lessons andlifestyle continued as the months went by. And then it was this day,being put into a. Conscious of her own sexual needs and how to achieve those ends.They walked for several minutes, neither talking. Both just watching the night, and where they placed their feet.As he led her towards the place he had prepared, his senses were alert for any trace of The Others. They had tracked him to the town, but had seemed to have left. He could not sense them near. As they reached the place, he pointed.She looked upon a large blanket on the sand, some pillows and a bottle of champange in a. I was hooked, a sex addict. Daily, I felt the impulse to wear my sexiest underwear, sheerest nylons, and most revealing clothes. Increasingly, I had the urge to go "public," wearing revealing clothes in risky, outdoor places. Summer was the best because I could wear sheer sundresses and slip dresses out in public with my finest garter belts, panties and stockings underneath. It was especially refreshing on a hot day to stand under an outdoor shower, soaking myself from head to toe, and rinsing.