How was this possible? I was shockingly androgynous-looking. My leotardlent a sleek, feminine silhouette to my body and my slightly overgrownhair coul... easily pass as a shaggy pixie cut. I blinked in confusion.Had my face always been so round and soft looking? I shook my head.Something about the lights in here, maybe. The thrill of standing soclose to a beautiful girl, her hands on my shoulders as we admiredourselves in tight, shiny leotards was making it hard to think straight.For a moment I. When I returned, Jason was idly shuffling a pack of cards that he'd found on our sideboard."I've got an idea," he announced. "Let's play strip poker."I'm not quite sure whether he meant this as a serious suggestion or not, but for some reason we all agreed to go along with it."Do any of you understand how to play poker?" I asked, topping up our wine glasses and looking at each of them in turn.The girls looked blankly back, shaking their heads, and Jason appeared rather sheepish."Not exactly,". Rosa sighed as I sat her down, “Oh God, Meat, you’re so big and strong.” She had some short black curly hairs sticking out under the leg bands of her panties and some soft fine black hairs on the insides of her thighs. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in and began kissing and sucking on the insides of her fleshy moist warm thighs.Rosa was going crazy bucking her hips and mumbling something about her husband never doing this to her. As I licked the drenched crotch of her panties, Rosa wrapped. “Wow, I’ve never seen a guy shoot like that.” She went to the bathroom and returned with two towels. While I wiped my thighs and belly, she did the same for her breasts. A glob had landed squarely in the middle of the coffee table, trailing a line from my crotch. As she cleaned that up, I dabbed at a puddle on her couch.“I think we got it all,” she said, looking around the living room. But we realized that was wishful thinking when a blob of cum descended between us like a colorless spider,.