The three of us began todance, joined by more and more women.There is a certain joy when dancing, listening to the music and allowingit to control you... body. It felt so free, so unlike dancing as Eric. For amoment, the rhythm and I were one.Catching my breath, I took a sip of my diet cola. I had to admit, I washaving a great time. I looked about the room at the number of womenenjoying themselves. Of course, not everyone in the group had been bornwomen, not every one of them was a woman full. She twirled and he gulped as he saw nothing across her back but tanned soft skin."Ahhhh ... rrrg ... mmmsssllll ... ggllssstn" Bob was making very unusual sounds as he tried to breathe and tell Chrissy she was the most beautiful vision he'd ever seen in his life."I think he likes it" said Janet laughing. "And, Chrissy?" She got Chrissy to stop twirling "The things you picked out passed the boner test with flying colors."Chrissy blushed and Bob looked from one woman to the other helplessly as he. But that's a shadow of a memory. Its there, but doesn't even feel quite real. No, most of my climax now is my own. Its fucking arousing. All of it, from the carpet burn I'm getting on my bare knees, the burning deep in my ass, the throat throbbing against my calloused fingertips, the blood on my lips as I bite into her ear, the way his fingertips dig into my breast... and more. I am overloaded with sensation, sex and violence. It awakens both the hunter and the prey in me, like a snake. “Now the shorts,” she barked, motioning with her gun hand! “Here goes nothing,” he thought, lifting his butt of the seat and sliding off his skivvies. His cock, hit by the cool evening air seemed to shrivel up under the cool gaze of his captors. “Not exactly John Holmes,” the driver laughed,pointing at his limp manhood! The other cop chastised her by saying, “Come on, give him a chance, let’s see what he can do with a little help!” A warm hand slipped around Mike’s soft pecker and gave it a.