Being female was now my natural way, and I discovered that I thought less and less like my old self. Where I earlier had no problem hurling down beers...or burping out loud I now found myself slightly disgusted by this kind of behavior. I even made teasing remarks when he was being rude. Still, for the most part my friend behaved when he was near me, and acted like a gentleman. Whether it was because he saw me the same way, or if he just valued my sexual rewards, I didn’t know, but I loved being. “May I have another pancake please?” came the strong voice of her mother.“In a minute,” said Jennifer. “I’m busy right now.”“I can see that,” said Mindy.“This is important, Mom,” said the girl.“I know, sweetheart. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”“Will you hurt me?” asked Jennifer, turning her lips to his ear.“Never,” he whispered.“Will you hurt my mother?”“Never,” he said again.“Even if we both want you?” she asked, stopping his hands.“I can’t believe either of you wants me,” he said.She. His cock went soft from cumming and it still was a little cold so we got under the duvet. He laid on his back and I kneeled over his face. I spread my pussy lips while he was in full sight and slipped my middle finger into my pussy and fingered myself. He placed his hands on my ass, and soon pulled me down to his face so he was able to lick my pussy. He muffed me, licking my pussy while I was kneeling over his face, my legs soon started becoming weak and tense as I started nearing an orgasm. I. Mr V was also there. His cock was rock hard. Mrs V whispered into his ear.They both went back into the dining room and Mrs V set up a chair by the patio doors. She took off her pants and sat there legs wide open. The gardeners just stared back unsure what to do. Mr V knelt between Mrs V's legs and slowly lapped T her soaking wets pussy. Her clitoris was rock hard and throbbing. Mr V's tongue expertly probed her pussy and flicked across her bum hole. Mrs V told the gardeners to come closer and.