“Not anymore. I’m Cherry’s little girl.” “Nah. I prefer them to keep their boyhood,” Edna says and I let out a sigh of relief. I could nev...r see myself dressing up like a girl.“Speak of the devil,” Cherry says as she looks over at the door as a woman walks in with a pack of followers behind her. “Trixsis…” Edna whispers. She’s not at all that tall. Nor is she as lean as Edna and Cherry. “Edna, Cherry. It’s good to see the both of you,” the blonde-haired woman says as she walks over to our. I want to squirt and I want to heighten the pleasure of it for both of us. “Cum with me baby, not yet though,” I whisper as I slide my clenched, oily hand along his rock hard erection as I check the time on our wall clock. I want to last the full hour before I have a huge orgasm and squirt. I am Sarah, of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. I have. A whimpering cry escaped on the inhale, a moan slid out on the exhale. Her knees fell to the sides of the tub, of their own accord. She felt a soft caress begin at her knee and she gloried in joy as it ended on her mound. Not once in her twenty six years had she ever felt anything like this. Not once did she stop to think how she was feeling this now. She just relaxed and gave into the sensations. She knew all was as it should be. Barely discernible movement began in her hips as the caress on. It appeared slightly different in dimensions and shape and even had what might pass for breasts on it. He felt like it was female and decided he could live with it better if it was so it was in his mind. It/she extended a tentacle of some sort that appeared to be pouring out some sort of fluid. It touched his thigh and was very warm and wet and felt good in spite of adding to the heat of his problem. As it continued to stroke his inner thigh he was reminded of a long, wet, hot tongue licking.