All her muscles relaxed and she lay there only hard breathing. Realizing she was a squirter my dick was rock hard in an instance. The only thing I wan...ed to do was fuck her as many times as possible. After some minutes she opened her eyes looking a bit perplexed. What did you do to me? I think I never ever had an orgasm like this. Did I really pass out? Jenny, I just fingerfucked your little twat and yes, you passed out. Why didnt you tell me that you are a squirter? I squirted, really? Didnt. Heasked if I could forsake my masculinity for the LORD. I agreed, and heplaced his hand on me and sent for his daughters.They descended upon me and took me up to their quarters. The barracksstyle of twin size beds was only broken up by the two full size beds inthe room. One belonged to Karen and her wife, the other I found wasslated for me and mine.Karen being the former man was tasked with stripping me and redressingme while the other girls went off to throw away any reminder of mysinful. I slipped my feet into the shoes and stood up, almost too quickly. Thisfelt incredible. Here I stood, a man in panties, pantyhose, a bra andstilettos in front of my wife who right now was almost looking moremasculine than I was.Then like she was reading my thoughts she dragged me over to her make-uptable and put foundation on my clean-shaven face. Then she startedplucking my eyebrows and putting on eyeshadow and mascara. Before I knewwhat was happening she had added rouge to my cheeks and. I jump up from the chair, and walked over to a corner of the room, and fished out a baseball bat. Positioning myself just to the right of Mattox, I softly mumble, “make him cry”. Taking a stance with the bat drawn back behind my ears, Mattox gets a look of fear in his face. Grabbing Maurice now by the waist, he begins a relentless pounding of Maurice tite greasy hole. As his chest turns red, and sweat starts pouring from his pits, and forehead, I scream at him “fuck him up”. Maurice starts.