Dad carried on reading his newspaper like it was a normal evening at home. My dick stirred again in anticipation.Then mom called out from the hallway....“I want you both to sit on the sofa,” she said, in a loud voice.Dad put his paper down and came and sat next to me.“Ok, Sheeza” replied dad. “We’re both on the sofa now.”Then, after a moment, mom walked in, and my jaw dropped.She came in wearing a lacy black bra and stockings and black high-heeled shoes, and nothing else! She was completely naked. Please...harde daddy. Fuck me like your little slut." The owrds he heard from his daughter startled him, fuck me like your little slut? but...he was not in a position toignore such a request. he slipped out of her and twisted her over. Lisa went to her knees very aware of this position. She pulled a pillow under her hips as her dady pushed his cock back inside her pussy. She squealed again as he slammed his belly against her ass. She pressed her face into the bed and screamed as he began. I told him that if the transition began to actually happen, I'd have totell Mom and Randy, but that I wouldn't tell them about the whole control-train part, just about the physical change. I told him that no matterwhat, I was going to keep my name, Ralph. And that even in the body of agirl I was not going to become a girl. I'd continue to dress and act likea man, and to wear men's clothes, or, I guessed, boys' clothes, if men'sclothes no longer fit me.When the old man returned that afternoon, I. I couldn’t help but to remember my awkward experience with Vixen. As I tried to focus on the task at hand, I place my left hand on her ass cheek, and placed two fingers at her still open sphincter. As I pressed in, the two fingers went in with no effort. I pulled them out and tried three. Still not much resistance, so I went in with four. As I got them in up to the last knuckle, Ruth let out a moan. I pulled my hand out a little and started a little thrusting rhythm. Ruth would squeeze and.