I first started kissing her washboard tight stomach, lowering myself onto her pussy. It smelled like heaven, fuck me it tasted like heaven too. I lick...d and probed her tight pussy hole with my tongue for the first time. She pulled at my hair, squirmed and squealed quietly as I continued to eat her out.Finally I could wait no longer, I lifted myself from her now soaked hairy slit and positioned my condom covered cock over her pink lips. I gently tried to ease my cock into her, it would not go.. As we shuffled past a full-length mirror, we both turned our heads asmuch as our connected tongues would allow us and marveled at the site wesaw: two sissies covered in shiny, frilly, white and pink lingerie,permanently hugging and French kissing each other, unsteadily moving onabnormally high heels, so humiliating, kinky and pathetic... My littledick stirred uncomfortably between our legs, and I felt my sissypartner's cockette twitch as well, making us moan in discomfort as ourcruelly bound. I pulled my cock out of her pussy, causing her to groan with disappointment, and began to rub the head of my cock up and down her pussy lips. “Put your cock back inside of me,” she begged, “Please Dave, I’m begging you.” I watched as I rubbed my cock over her pussy, frustrating Zara’s efforts to get it back inside of her. I pulled her ass-cheeks apart and pushed my cock between them, rubbing my cock over her little brown wrinkled asshole. Zara moaned with satisfaction as she felt my cock making. At the end of that time, they amicably split up and went in different directions. They’re both remarried to people more compatible with who they became as they grew and evolved.”“Could that happen to us?” Alice asked.Dave thought for a little and replied, “Possibly, but here we are in our early thirties feeling pretty compatible. Many of the years prior to this were about change and growth; not so much now. One of us could revert to our old way of thinking, but I think that’s unlikely. The way.