Her smile seemed wider, her skirt seemed tighter, her top seemed even more low-cut... No, that wasn’t it. It was her attitude. She was always bubbly...and personable - it was what Brittany was known for. But today she somehow seemed extra friendly, extra chirpy.“I’m here to please,” her body seemed to be screaming - Jerry could have sworn she was pushing her chest forward slightly, trying to emphasize her (already impressive) cleavage, but he didn’t want to stare.“Good night, Brittany,” he said. 4 m (4'-7") tall. But she is the one with the worst temper. Sometimes during her pregnancy, she has had a very short fuse. She is starting to bulge quite a bit in her belly, and I can't keep from laughing when she gets so mad she stomps her foot and waves her arms. If she catches me laughing, I am suddenly the full target of her ire. I don't mind because she is so loving when she finally calms down. Anyway, all of the women agree that she will give birth first. Of course, she says that she. Sophie then appeared from the bathroom, clean and smooth. I pulled herinto the bedroom and sat her down at my dressing table, and the nexthour was spent making my sissy as pretty and feminine as I could.I gave her the works; First I painted her toe and finger nails with apink nail polish, then came the makeup; foundation, blusher, eye-liner,mascara, eye-shadow, false lashes, lipstick and lip-liner. I trimmed hereyebrows to make them much more feminine and finally I applied eyebrowpencil to. He was uncut and I loved the feeling of the loose skin moving up and down his shaft. The mushroom head was a dark pink and the slit oozing precum.Tentatively, I snaked out my tongue to touch another man’s cock with my mouth. He tasted differently. I wanted more than a taste. I needed his throbbing dick deep in my mouth. At least I would be able to get his down my throat. Not like Matt’s dick.Just as I swallowed him, I heard Matt groaning. Turning my head to see what Joan was up to, I saw that.