"Francie, will you but your hands behind your back for a second?" I asked her. I want to wash you some more." She placed her hands behind her back, ob...ivious to my intentions. With deft speed, I wrapped the one leg of the hosiery around her wrists, knotting it securely. Then I drew the other leg over the curtain. She was immobile for the moment. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" she snapped. Of all the stupid pranks. Only you would do something as juvenile as this. Untie me right now!". There were other instances we had heard off, where Jilly would ask the girls she was having sex with, to ignore her husband, due to his inability to penetrate them, and he would stand behind them rubbing their wet pussies with his flaccid member, as they straddled his wife, lying on top of her with their asses high and legs open.Of no tale of debauchery would be complete without some sort of ritual, involving another species, and the human female is best equipped for intra-species sex, both. 51% of the worlddoes it every day. Second, have you noticed how you walk today? Andthink about what you did last night. Are you really a guy insideanymore?"That had been worrying me. Slowly, I had been losing that part ofmyself, as it was replaced by it's opposite-gender equivalent. It allseemed so gradual, so natural, and yet I couldn't argue it. I wasbecoming as female in my head as in my gonads, and I was learning to likeit. Still, "but, periods, and pregnancy? You would put those on. They were jeans, but they looked like they'd been painted on him.I don't know why I kept watching him work, but I do remember that I noticed a big lump along one leg of his pants. In a sitting position it was very noticeable. It was obvious that he wasn't aroused, but that meat-log trapped under the denim of his pants was bigger than any man I'd ever seem even in the middle of sexual intercourse. It was amazing.Just then Jarrod, my husband hailed me and we were off to the airport.I'd like to.