Well, it is paying off. Maybe I should start working out too, I said, myself in good shape, at 140 pounds. I wish I had a body like yours? Lynne said....And I wish I had a body like yours, I countered, building her trust. I wish I had bigger breasts, she admitted. I wish mine were smaller, I said, cupping my breasts, I added, These are a burden to carry around all day. I suppose, she said, her eyes lingering a little longer than socially proper. I joked, Maybe we should body swap one day. I wish,. " Oh don't make promises you can't keep. You'll wear women's clothesagain. You won't be able to help yourself. And if you get rid ofeverything now, you'll regret it."She paused for a moment, sitting back in her chair and taking a sip ofher coffee."So, why are you dressing up?"I opened my mouth to answer, and after a moment, I closed it again. Iwanted to answer, but I couldn't. I don't know why these urges werewith me. I knew they were wrong but I couldn't stop myself from givinginto them. I. But, even in this moment, as he pulls his underwear off, it’s her eyes that grab him. He puts a hand on the back of her head, pulling her to his as her hands roam his body. She clenches her hand around his seven inches and slowly, firmly, begins to stroke it as his breath grows more and more ragged. A drop of pre-cum forms at the end as he pulls her hand away. Kitty gasps as his hand briefly brushes past her clit as he lines himself up and slips inside her, forcing all her breath out with a. "Let's do it. On your back, I think." Okay." Vince got up and Fred scooted down (they were facing the TV at the foot of the bed) and rolled over. Louise came over to watch the penetration, but she stayed out of the way as Vince pressed his cock against Fred's bud, overrode the resistance, and sank inside."Yeah, fuck! Nice in there!" Vince panted, rocking, going for depth."Thanks," Fred grunted tightly. This wasn't his favorite thing, but that wasn't what the night was about. There WAS something.