I knew the heels wouldn't be enough to look convincingly female, I needed more items to become a 'real girl'. A checklist began to form in my head of ...verything else I would need to transform. Some pretty lingerie, pantyhose, a dress, a padded bra, a ladies wig and some makeup. I began searching the house, rummaging through wardrobes and cupboards to see what I could find.My mom had a lot of items on the list, especially in the lingerie department, and I also found a glamourous wig tucked away. He loved to sit and watch her paint her toes- the way she carefully applied the deep red nail polish to her little toes, the way she lifted her feet and spread her toes as far as she could when she was done in order to not get the polish ruined while it dried. Watching her do that made his cock throb, all he could think of was taking each toe in his mouth, but he knew she would be mad if he ruined her polish, he also knew that if he behaved she would let him cum over her soft delicate feet. At. 'Oh, thank God!' I thought, 'That's as far as it can go!'Boy, was I wrong! Gallagher withdrew the club a few inches and rotated it 180 degrees. "Let's see if you can take it all!" She rasped.Oh, Damn! More gut-shifting, hard pushing, twisting, screaming on my part, and even some grunting from the club wielder, and I felt the base of the side handle jammed against the top of my butthole.Panting, Gallagher leaned over my back again. "Look down!" she whispered harshly.I did, and was confronted. Rita was meanwhile enjoying herself – and the possible fingering from john. And i saw her facial muscles stffen, and i knew she was coming too. I could see her shoulder movements, and knew that she was shagging john. And few minutes later i saw her hand becoming still. That signaled the cumming of the last person. By then, we were both spent – from dancing as well as coming. But were too excited to continue dancing. We took john’s phone number and gave him mine and headed back home.It was a.