His hips widened and his ass curved. His masculine "pride" shrank down and changed into a woman's genitals.Paul's hair grew down to his shoulders, go...ng from sandy brown to a blonde with reddish highlights. His chin narrowed and his nose grew smaller. His lips were fuller though, and his eyebrows thinned to a pair of narrow arcs. His hands and feet grew smaller, while his fingernails added an extra half inch.Now his clothes changed. His shoes became a pair of low heels, while his socks. He turned just so slightly, changing my trajectory. My lips met his. My pussy clenched at the contact. A burst of heat rippled through me. My nipples hardened, throbbing in my bra. My thighs squeezed so tight, my slacks rubbing together as he didn't pull away.Our lips felt glued together. I was too scared to move them, to truly kiss my father. I just held them against him. Trembling. I wanted to moan. To groan out how hot this made me. More and more warmth rippled out of my snatch and...His. “Thank you Paulette. Now go put your shirt inside too.”“Yes Miss Sinclair.” He took off his shirt and hung it neatly on the chair. He had a pink cami on and panties. He walked back out.“Oh Yes! Paulette. That’s it, stand proud honey. You are so beautiful with your matching undies and your downcast eyes. Ummmmm. Now stand in front of me and put your hands on top of your head.”Paula complies. Martha slowly lowered Paula’s panties. “Oh goodness. No wonder you don’t want most women to. If you haven’t gone through the first part of the story, please read “My First Sex Encounter In Germany – Part 1” to understand how the situations went out of hand as described in this part. I am getting many mails from all of you. Thanks a lot for your love and specially the girls and women who have loved the first part,please read the last part with this story. For all of you who want to give feedback or like to have private sex chat,please message me or mail me on “”.As I mentioned in.