How come?”“Didn’t feel like saying anything is all. I usually don’t say anything when I don’t feel like saying anything.”“And those sung...asses. You’ve never worn them before. You’re wearing them inside, you know.”“You have a problem with it?”“No, of course not. They look pretty good on you. You’ve lost a little weight too. Are you dieting?”“It was time to make some changes in my life, Renee. Charlie is finally on the move.”“Changes? Well, I can see that. But it seems kind of sudden, don’t you. It’s out of character for them. I was still trying to figure out what she was. She wasn't just some sweet girl. Dad didn't like good girls. My father liked sluts.“Let’s go inside. I want to lick some pussy now.”The girls stood up and kissed each other. I think they were bi-girls. I liked watching them kiss each other. They followed me in the house and Penelope pretended like she was cleaning the kitchen. She looked a bit flushed. I planned on really being sleazy around the house with. Chauncey wanted to kick and scream, but the girl's sexy stroking silencedhim and kept him still and passive. The blonde chuckled as she feltChauncey's body tense and heard him draw in a deep breath. This was herfirst time with a sissy, and she was a little surprised that, in terms ofhis being touched by a girl, he wasn't any different from normal guys. Shewould have to revise her thinking about sissies, that they were all gay.For his part, Chauncey was feeling delights at this girl's. As she describes it, you had just dozed off on the couch, and she went to the kitchen for a glass of water. Then, she says, you woke up again and came into the kitchen with her, and put your arms around her from behind. You were very assertive, she said. Before she knew it, you had hoisted her up on the counter and pulled up her dress, and then you took her right next to the bread machine, scattering sugar bowls and cans of tea all over the room. You were a real sex machine, apparently. What a.