The women just mumbled something, a quiet, satisfying moan from each of them, not speaking a word.We lay there together on the couch for a few moments... each lady tucked under an arm, lying on top of me. I almost fell asleep."Are you ready for us to take you back to your car?" Patty asked. She sat up and gathered her clothing. "I guess. Will I see you two again?" Absolutely, we'll be back on the beach again tomorrow," Sandy said.We dressed, then they drove me back to my car. Not much was said in. My chin was a bit strong and my nosewas larger than I liked. My lips were fairly full and looked good with abit of lippy. My jaw was not heavy and my eyes were large with longishlashes. I had noticed that, since I had presented as a woman, I had gotinto the habit of keeping my eyes wider open. I expressed more emotionwith my eyes. I had realised from the changes, how much men narrowed orscrewed up their eyes.As a woman, I had been much more expressive with my face. I could seelittle sign of a. Angie felt impaled, skewered by his hot meat, and it was wonderful. Her legs came up around his waist as her arms encircled his back, engulfing James in her luscious female softness. Angie's warm thighs stroked his hips while her tits pressed into his chest, the nubs of her erect nipples adding a delicious contrast to the soft pillows of her breasts. And all the while her pussy was a tight, wet heat tormenting his cock with pleasure. He pounded into her relentlessly, pausing occasionally to. Jason Hunt was a fit man who lookedtwenty years younger than his fifty-four years. Jason loved athletics.This was impossible."Oh my!" whispered Julianne, suddenly feeling very weak.After a two minute debriefing, Julianne excused the entourage from herprivate room on the plane. Julianne's head was spinning. Worse thanlosing a colleague, a friend... was the reality that the powers of themost powerful job in the USA would be entrusted to... HIM. For underJulianne's skirt and panties, expertly and.