I could just imagine her juices soaking his cock and balls. With a series of feral grunts, Scott lost control and began to cum in my wife. Scott was s...ill squeezing and stroking my cock. As I watched them cum together, I gave in to my own climax. I growled in the back of my throat and gripped the bedsheets with both hands. My balls churned and spurt after spurt of cum burst forth. The first cum geyser splattered the pillow between my head and Scott's. The second hit my shoulder, and all the. This wasn't some gender-bender'sfantasy world! They couldn't be natural breasts.I looked in my drawer for some boxer shorts. I was going to dress asmale as possible for a man with a ponytail and breasts. Damn! All Icould find was a note and another pair of her bras and panties. Icouldn't stand around naked as I had already taken off the camisole andpanties and it was cold so, although I was reluctant to do so, I had puton Tracey's underwear again. I then read them note which said::"Dear. And even being quite uselessat it seems only to aggravate the symptoms"Her chuckle gurgled at the back of her throat, inclusive, invitingDavid to share, woman to woman, the humour of her situation."Now let's look at your scars dear, just lift your chemise ... likethat .... yes.... yes... mmmm.... almost gone .... another twoweeks and I won't be able to find them ..... That's fine Sophiedear, you can cover yourself now .... And you mustn't worry .... Ican safely clear you to play ... even the. He fit in here and he wanted to continue to fit in.He looked at Carl, trying to read the expressions on the man's face."You ok," he asked.Carl looked up at him, a surprised look on his face."You mean about last night?" he asked."Yes. About last night." I'm fine with it, Jessie. Yes, I liked it, too." I did, too, Mr. Carl. You're not mad at me?" Mad? No. I'm not mad. It's not like it's something I hadn't thought about doing myself. I just never had the balls to actually do it." So, you'd be ok.