I could sense that the thought of me watching him please my lover appealed to him.And I enjoyed telling Mireille she was going to receive sexual pleas...re from a new well hung man who was a stranger.I had strict instructions from Mireille, “That you will just have to just watch and not touch me as he pleasures me.”My lover was turning me into a cuckold, though the voyeur in me found the thought of watching a new man giving her sexual pleasure very exciting. And I could masturbate while I. I was hoping the five years would have been good to her. She was beautiful when I left and I was sure she would be the same today. I was excited with the prospect of being reunited with my love. Would I have to court her all over again? Maybe she had moved on, had a boyfriend or at worst remarried. I had to be prepared for all possible scenarios.After the plane landed I headed over towards the terminal exit. Outside I waited maybe a minute before I was ushered into a waiting cab. I gave the cab. " The humor of those words dawned on Suzy and she smiled as she saw her boyfriend, Jimmy, teetering on his high heel shoes on the soft ground. She slipped an arm around his tiny waist to help support him until he became accustomed to the high heels, or, until they switched back into their own bodies.Jimmy was completely confused. He remembered being curious about the meteorite. He remembered brushing the dirt away from it. He remembered the cool surface beneath his fingers. He remembered Suzy. “You like this boipussy, nigga?”“Y-Yeah!”“You like this faggot ass, don’t you,” quizzed Royal.“Hell yeah!”“Call me ‘faggot’. We like it when straight niggas call us that!”“You do, faggot!”“Oh shit yes!”“Ride it, faggit,” Cortez ordered with gusto.“Mmm,” moaned the cherub.“That’s right, faggit! Bounce on this dick!”Royal rode harder. Soon, he turned around facing his horse hung lover.Cortez squeezed the marshmallow mounds and kneaded them too.“Oh my god,” whined the elated sissy. “I love how.