" "But you'll get it all over the floor!" Not as long as I keep my aim so that it runs down the floor into the overflow drain. Now just watch!"Tracy t...ok her scolding wisely and shut up. She observed that Tori's cunt hair was much more trimmed and sculpted than hers. It was a light brown color and she kept it in what Tracy considered a bikini trim. Her hair was much less dense. Tori was more confident in wearing a one-piece suit in the summer she assumed. Almost instantaneously, Tori's hot. My bra filled with warmth, I flowed into it, eyesclosed with bliss before I made myself look down, to savour the moment.The feel, the weight, the way they rounded the previously empty dressmade me laugh out loud with the sheer beauty of what I was seeing,experiencing, becoming.I was being made women, before my eyes, under my skin! The sensation ofmy pelvis expanding was exquisite - like walking into a warm room from acold night. Perhaps I should have reached around, to touch my bum as itgrew to. If that was the cost of my favor, then so be it.As I rode along, though, Erica's reference to Trisha tickled in the back of my brain. I knew it was far more than a seductive tease or an appeal to every man's supposed fantasy. She was trying to tell me something in that helpful, low key way of hers. Thoughts and images swirled in my mind as I struggled to figure out what that was.And then it finally clicked. Erica was inviting me to see Trisha as a woman ... my woman. I shook my head in .... .3...4...5...6...7. Sir, yes Sir." "That's My hand teasing that pussy! Suck my cock! Suck My cock while I tease that fuck-hole!" Soft moans and whimpers. "Now, repeat the rubbing and when you're through, say 'Sir yes Sir.' No need to count aloud." "Sir, yes Sir." "Now spank it 7 times. Let me know when you've done it." "Sir, yes Sir." I had her repeat this process several times, reminding her that she's sucking My dick while I play with that pussy, then told her to remove her panties. "Sir, yes.