He looked down to see Rachel pushing lightly at his forearms, urging him to climb off her porn star body. "Time to go," she said."Oh, yeah," said Harr.... With a protest from his aching body, he climbed off the divan."That was some hot fuck, Harry," she said. Her voice was level but Harry could see the laughter in her eyes. He hoped that he hadn't made an ass of himself. He wanted to ask Rachel about his performance, but she was already headed for the queue that was forming outside the door to. A whole Army could have walked in for all either of them cared. THEY were in a whole different dimension where the only thing that existed was their pleasure.She watched the couple for several more minutes, vaguely aware of what Carl had done to HER a short while ago. What he had done to her had long since paled in comparison to what he was doing with Julia. Julia had passed out at least once, and, maybe, twice. Julia had cried out and sunk into the mattress, not moving for several seconds. Her. ..wrong dad’s...she stuffed them in good and proper in between her friend’s pink puffy pussy winglets. They gave seven quick strokes on each daddy’s cock in turn, but no more as they careened to number six. Mr Phillips most enjoying his own daughter’s slender twining grasping fingers in those gloves and well Beth did linger a bit longer at her daddy’s foreskin too. Chas did the extended single wide tongue slide from shaft to head on Bernard.For six; Beth only had light blonde fuzz above her. And you know you can not be a real woman.Suddenly, puff! You are now a sissy. A fag. Forever.Strangely the realisation fills you with self-loathing and arousal simultaneously. A sense of horror and ecstasy all at once. A paradox you have been graduating towards for some time.You spend the rest of the night, lying there, face down, crying intermittently, wallowing in your girlyness, his cum,still inside you.But you remain torn between the agony and the ecstasy.You wonder where it all went.