There is know way that he is getting in the back door with that cannon. The door barely closes and she is on his belt buckle while I am introducing my...elf and shaking hands. His pants are down and off in a split second and she is on that cock like a chicken on a June bug. Now she has trying to take my pants off with one hand and of course, the gentleman that I am, I help her take off my pants. It isn't long until this guy has her clothes off and he is massaging that clit like a baker works. My cock and balls were getting smaller. My nipples became sensitive and were starting to swell. All of this was fine with Shelly because it made me less masculine. After two months I was used to being a girl and I began to enjoy my new gender. I enjoyed it more as time went on. In the beginning, I had mixed feelings about the whole affair, and I was often embarrassed around Mistress Shelly’s friends. It turned out that Shelly’s friends were supportive and my feelings turned to interest,. ” When he returned from the bathroom, I was still buried in the cushions, lying in the afterglow. Kneeling beside me on the couch, he slipped his cock into my mouth and I began to suck it hungrily. I moved a hand up between his legs, squeezing and fondling his balls gently, causing him to whimper softly as I sucked his dick more intensely. Pushing him down on the couch, I slid my hand up and down his shaft, stroking his cock rapidly as I licked and sucked the head. I pulled his hand down. To my surprise, she was a sex bomb.She may be around her mid 30’s and was blessed with good amounts of meat in the right portions. She was wearing a red low-quality saree and was slightly sweating wiping her sweat droplets from her neck. She seemed like a conservative woman.I was staring at her boobs. She enquired whether she can close the gates of the farmhouse and switch on the electric current for the fence on the wall for security reasons. All the time while talking my eyes were on her.