I couldn't believe I was looking at myself. The woman in the mirror with the heavy makeup, subtly streaked shoulder-length hair, tight skirt, matching...jacket and leg show looked like my mom's younger sister; her son nothing like Mike. The skirt was short and tight and the side-split exposed my nylon-encased thighs. I find that moving around my room fully dressed as a woman for the first time is exhilarating; sure I've dressed in lingerie, nylons and high heels before and I love the feelings. The mech-riding yordle trying to communicate with the prehistoric c***d-brained yordle. However in a dark hallway of the party house, one of the Freljord’s finest barbarians found himself pressed against the wall, pinned by a lithe Demacian duelist.“Fiora, st-” Tryndamere’s protest was cut short as the woman forced herself upon him, pressing her lips against his rough, rugged mouth. Her tongue forced itself into the king’s mouth, which had finally began to concede allowed her. " Do you want me to do that?" I asked. My own voice sounded funny too."No, no, we'll take that part as read," she said. "Now, after some minutes doing this, it's time to move on." How will I know?" I asked."Believe me, you'll know when she's ready," she giggled. "Now give me your other hand, good, now rub me here just a little." Where?" I asked as she pulled my left hand down to her knickers."Just there," she said with a sigh. "Believe me, you'll know when your are doing it right. Yes, yes,. She kept her eyes open, watching the tremors of his stomach muscles as she dribbled down his shaft, licking around the exposed purple knob and pushing her tongue around the top of his foreskin. Lauren looked on in amazement at the tricks of the little girl as she felt herself growing wetter by the minute. Emma slowly peeled the tight skin down, marveling as she saw it slip over the body of his stiff member. The veins stood proudly out, running round from bottom to top as his cock twitched with.