What you would call... a... witch." "Why are you telling me these stories?" Mom asked sounding very upset. I could see tears in her eyes, and the quiv...ring in her voice. And I suspected that she didn't disbelieve Dad's story as much as she said she did. It would explain why he was good at helping her choose clothes and was always considerate and understanding of her. Almost as if he knew what it was like to be a woman. I shook my head. It just wasn't possible. My Dad was a woman? When I looked. In the sack. She sure does talk a lot of trash when she's high." Joy likes to brag a lot to. I'm sure you've noticed," I replied. "Especially when it comes to her bedroom antics."Jeff tried to play dumb by replying, "Brab? About what?"I turned from my driving duties as we rocketed down the interstate long enough to give him a smirk and knowing look and replied, "Don't tell me you haven't heard her bragging about how she shaves her pussy and loves to work herself off with her vibrators and toys.. So by now we were downstairs near the door, she looked through the peephole and there were two girls looking about my age, and very, very beautiful with long silky hair, one blonde and one redhead. Wendy’s hair was also a reddish brown or auburn and just past her shoulders. She had shaved it all off her pussy and I had never seen a bald pussy before except when I was little (my own of course!).The two girls were talking while waiting for the door to be opened but I couldn’t make out what they. ” Her voice was distraught and uninhibited. Her legs gripped me tight, pulling me into her, burying my face into her now sopping mass, my nose grinding against her clitoris.The sounds above me were barely human. Moaning, grunting and carefree, she let her emotions fly. Breathing through my mouth, I could taste her on my tongue, feeling the combination of her sweetness and my saliva fill my mouth and then trickle down my chin.It must have been five minutes before she finally released me from the.