I was literally attacked by two goddesses of sexuality who showed me no mercy as they worked me over with a talent unparalleled by the most seductive ...emptresses on the planet. I was so overwhelmed that I didn't even notice that while they were working their magic my clothes ended up in a pile across the room.They worked together in what seemed like a well-choreographed and coordinated performance intended to raise my body temperature to heights never before realized. In spite of my bewildered. This was real love so complete. We lay laid and talked. There was never any rush, the life out there was for rushing, but the life inside, with Debs, in her bed, was for chilling, just for being utterly as one with each other, feeling the rising sun soak our bodies, hearing the bird-song so good and soothing. Like making love with Debs, like it was last night after midnight. ‘It will be so nice when you finish the reporting,’ Debs whispered with a sleepy smile, ‘ I can imagine you sitting there. I've brought along what Darrel likes me to wear.Black lingerie.The bra I fill with natural looking and feeling DD prosthetics.I attach my ultra sheer black stockings to a garter belt that rides just above my hips.I tuck my tiny white penis under and put on a tight red thong.Then I slip into a mid thigh black skirt and a red semi see through silk top that is worn outside and comes to my waist.4 inch red heels complete my ensemble.When Darrel arrives he takes me in his strong arms and gives me a. Ralph slowed as he came to her house. He didn't stop. The car glided past and he turned down the next block. "Yes," he said, his voice husky and shaky.He drove down the street and went west. He was gripping the steering wheel so hard, his knuckles were white. Terri was equally excited. She wasn't sure where this little mischief of hers might take her. She only knew she longed to see what Ralph Carlton had inside his pants. She even might let him fuck her if he wanted.A married man? It was.