Ana stood between them and slowly one of them removed her raincoat.Soon the two of them where all over her body. Kissing her; sucking her. They threw ...na onto the bed. They talked each other in a strange language. The both of them got onto the bed. One lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders. Ana could feel his hard dick pressing against her wet pussy. Very slowly, the first man started to invade her body. It hurt a little, but then she began to relax as she felt it going in, spreading. It's so very different; me and them, me and me.I'm not sure if ... I ... I don't think I can carry on doing that anymore.Vyera is taking over. It feels like the tide coming in. Vyera is swamping me, covering every surface, seeping into every corner. There is less and less space for Jenny; less and less time for Jenny. It's stopped being Jenny pretending to be Vyera. It's more like there's Vyera and this other person sometimes, who is Jenny. How long before I am Vyera all the time? Sometimes I. As she was sitting on the edge of her bed, she moved a bit back and layed down, she put up her legs and for the first time in my life, I could see a real pussy. Of course she was a bit hairy, but I did not care a bit about it. She told me get over to her and so I did, before I knew it, she grabed my dick and started to rub the tip alsong her wet and warm pussy. Then she stopped and I could finally stick it in her pussy. As I was leaning above her in the missionary position she told me to move. The next morning we would both share mutual orgasms during our morning sexual exercises thinking about the spit slowly being forced through us, In a few days I would finally know that feeling but Stacey would have to wait until another story. Finally the day had arrived, the morning of Memorial Monday I woke up to yet another of Staceys famous tongue whippings to my clit and pussy lips when she noticed I was awake and enjoying her, Good morning spit-roast she gave me her new morning greeting,.