Joe’s eyes were fixed on those 36DD’s and she made sure he was getting an eye full. Janet and I were on my bed kissing when she said “I want...to suck that big black cock of yours”, I was already throbbing hard when she pulled down my sweat pants. At this point there was only the light from the TV. I looked over and Joe was checking out her skills and the one tit that popped out of her tank top.Joe went to take a shower, that’s when Janet and I got naked. I was eating that wet pussy and she. But it never hampered my thoughts for her. I knew the difference between reel and real life. I knew what the word fiction meant. I reached my climax and soon dozed off. It was 7 in the evening. I woke up. It was much longer than my usual sleeping routine. I slept for almost five hours. I was not feeling feel. I am being honest as I am not a fictional character. I am a human being. After cumming for three times in a single day you do feel dizzy. I went down to the kitchen and open the. The owner knew the situation; Ann had been very upfront about her plan over the phone. Besides she couldn't use hereducation and resume of her former life and show up as a young womanwithout some explanation. The art world was usually very accepting andDacia St. Claire was no exception. So long as her transition didn'tinterfere with her duties, she had no issues. St. Claire would judge heron heris experience and skills, not her sexuality. She hoped this wasnot just lip service, she mused. " I kissed her head."I thought I was your slut?" She asked."You're whatever I tell you you are." I reminded her."Mmmm." She cooed. "Yes. I am whatever you tell me I am." Clearly pleased with my answer."Now, don't you have a job to do, slut?" I asked, wanting to get this taken care of so we could get a real shower."Of course, forgive me, David." She smiled as she began to stir.Melanie, mindful of my cock plugging her cum-filled ass, rolled away from me so as not to spill on me as she dislodged.