This time he had not taken the Space Bus but arrived with his own brand new Clarion 7 luxury yacht, the Silver Falcon.A terrible snowstorm obscured ev...rything behind a whirling flurry of white. The two massive snow removers fought a losing battle. His seventy-meter craft had just landed and already wore a thick cover of snow and so did the Volvo Flier that waited not far from the landing ramp.He girded Mjördaren and then stomped through the snow and the bitterly cold wind. A figure thickly. Shaking his head, he changed and headed to work.Friday evening arrived and Ron began his transition over again starting with an enema in case he got lucky. This time he chose bright red panties, a matching garter belt, and black fishnet stockings. A flowered ruffled skirt with a white collared blouse completed the outfit and Phebe returned. The brown, shoulder-length wig made Phebe passable in public. The makeup and bright red lipstick completed her outfit and she looked in the mirror.'You're a. We moaned simultaneously from the feeling as I became a man. It was the greatest feeling I’d ever felt as her pussy clenched my thick shaft as she slid down my length. Maria placed her hands against my chest muscles and almost pushed herself down further as I split her wide.My hands grabbed her pillow like ass and at the same time I thrust upwards burying my cock to the base inside her. When I did she let out a grunt from the force of my thrust. We began to build a rhythm similar to the ocean. It bounced as he rode. “You want ya nigga to let that faggit clitty cum,” asked Kevin.“It’s up to you,” cried Sterling.Kevin spat on his hand and started stroking the sissy’s hard dicklette. “Oh, my god,” screamed Sterling.“Yeah,” exclaimed Kevin. “You know you the only faggit I ever let nut on me!”“I love that shit, nigga!”“I love fuckin’ your hood sissy ass!”“Oh, shit, nigga! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh!”Sterling shot a load.“Cum all over my chest, bitch,” Kevin encouraged him.Kevin fucked Sterling on.