She kept the shirt down. “So Holly, you don’t like my panties?” Ashlyn asked. I closed my eyes. “Answer me.” Ashlyn said, pinching my nipple...and pulling on it.“They’re ok, they’re just too small.” I whispered. I was trying not to moan.“OK, I guess you can take them off then.” Ashlyn said. I opened my eyes suddenly when I felt Megan roughly unbuttoning my jeans. “Lift your bum.” Ashlyn said.“Please no.” I whispered, in a moaning voice.“Just do it, you’re under the table cloth the sooner you do. Although I'm totally aware of mysurroundings and what's going on, they become minor things in my brain.More importantly, the majority of my grey matter goes to a place of peaceand contentment and soulful joy. I want this, this non-stop forcefulinsertion of rock-hard male flesh into me. The cacophony of sensationsassociated with getting fucked like that, all the jarring and shocks Ifeel as he's slamming me from behind, the death-grip of his hands on myhips, all of it gets naturally and easily. No one wants to be late for that session. Things start off simple with guys each sniffin their bottles and strokin their cocks. Not much out of the ordinary as far as that goes. But soon things get interesting. It seems 'sniffin etiquette' is starting to take shape. First, a guy starts by sniffin his own bottle but shortly into the session it seems that sharing hits becomes more the norm. Even though we each have at least one fresh bottle just for the session, it seems like sharing bottles. Hefelt warm all over. When the tingling and the warmth faded away, herealized that something was different. It wasn?t just that his dress wasbrilliant and beautifully new again. It was what was underneath thedress.Daniel was now a girl, a real girl.?Yes, Danielle,? the woman said, ?here you are a girl and will always bea girl. You may live here forever and be who you were meant to be.??What about my Daddy and Nana???They will be able to visit you here, but if they come to stay, they willchange.