Paula was fast asleep. "Come on young lady, wakeywakey!"A surprised looking Paula opened her eyes in confusion at first thenreality dawned."Hi" I don'... need to ask if you slept well." Like a baby I think," replied Paula smiling."I've just told Emma, come down when you've had a quick wash andbrush, everything you need is in the en-suite."The two ladies were already making a light breakfast when the two fauxgirls came down. Fluffy slippers on the stairs were a new challenge.Coffee and croissants. Again. Get myself back into the full swing of heterolife.I managed to do okay.It was the last couple of weeks of football season and I was very busytrying to make the most of it. I was working hard, seeing Becky when Icould, boning her with as much enthusiasm as I could muster and thensome. It was very comforting watching my cock pump into her pussy frombehind, reminding me that I was still a man. Hearing her squeals ofappreciation was like an elixir for my manhood and I appreciated myyouthful. She could often feel boys' eyes clinging to her trim figure as she walked by, or having to force themselves to keep looking at her face rather than her chest as she talked to them. Sometimes this annoyed her, and sometimes it amused her, but she would rather have it than not.Joan brushed back her neck-length, red-brown hair and examined her face. Green eyes, like her mother; her face still had some of the roundness of childhood, but a hint of cheekbones was now present. Maybe in a few years she. "Don't fucking move or I will stop" I promised vehemently. I stopped playing with her tits and brought my hand down hard on her ass, slapping it over and over. Each contact elicited a breathy "Yes!" from her. Her cries slowly turned into incoherent moans. I pulled her back with me as I moved to the middle of the bed, my hand now on the back of her neck. I pushed her down, trapping her head and neck on the bed, her face turned to the side."I am in charge, you do what I say" I said loudly,.