I had no desire to be a woman and especially a bimbo, but fear is a powerful persuader. It became apparent very quickly that I had no say in the matte.... It began with threats of beatings if I did not wear women's underwear when we were out together. The cocktail of fear and excitement was almost more than I could bear. I can't decide which was better, that, or feeling the g-strings working their way into the crack of my ass as I walked. I felt strangely erotic wearing a bra, especially since it. When we reached grandfather’s place, the house was completely full. There were our all four grandpas and grandmas, aunts, uncles and other relatives.After about ten minutes or so, the three guests we were waiting for arrived. All three sat down on the large sofa flanked by our grandfathers on each side.Mom placed her hands on Brooke’s shoulders and brought her out.On seeing her, one of the men stood up and came near Brooke.He first looked at her from head to toe and then went behind her and. What I also quickly learned was how wonderful it was to please and pleasure him. To feel my small, smooth frame against his big, hairy, masculine body was thrilling, but ever since the first time I saw his cock I knew it was much more than just a passing curiousity. So beautiful and manly, his big, hanging, foreskin and vein covered cock drew my eager mouth to it like a magnet. Breathing in his scent, feeling the soft but firm flesh of his shaft on my face. I wanted nothing more than to taste. David smiled. "So tell me Mike. How does your dick feel inside Jen's pussy nowadays?"The abrupt change of subject caught Mike off-guard. "Uh, well..." Your wife isn't as tight as she used to be, is she?" David asked, still smiling. "Let me tell you something. Her pussy will never go back to the way it was. It might tighten up a little. And Jen might learn to use her pussy muscles on you better. But her pussy will never fit you like a glove again. Never."Mike flushed. "What's the point of this?".