I’ll be your mother-in-lawsomeday when you and Beth are married.” She looked meup and down. “Boxer shorts are very appropriate wearf...r a Saturday morning,” she said. “I wasn’t looking atthose. I was just thinking that you’re becoming quitethe muscular young man. Beth may not recognize you whenshe comes home.”It was true. While I’d never been a wimp, I’d alsonever packed on the kind of muscle and tone that I nowhad after only a few. Long before our flight ended I was invited to stay at his house in Tokyo, which I gratefully accepted. It was almost midnight when we landed and the rain was falling hard. We walked hurriedly from the plane and along the tarmac to the terminal. Customs checked my papers very well but because I was not on official business for Rhodesia my luggage was only searched perfunctorily.A taxi took us through the streets of Tokyo and I saw the same type of damage I had seen in London, Berlin and many. Stan is buried deep in myass. Stu is planted in my brand new cunt. Roger is taking close-ups forthe family album. Stan and Stu are working to batter me back and forthas hard as they can. Still, I'm getting off. Funny, I guess I'vestopped thinking of myself as ever having been a man. I've been forced tolook and act and screw like a female so completely that part of itdoesn't bother me as much anymore.What is bothering me is that these two animals are practically raping me.If they would only. His finger felt even better while I spread some and I was beginning to like the idea of at least trying. Jay removed his finger and put the head of his cock against my hole. At that point I knew I had to do this; the feelings were so intense my entire body went to mush. He started making tiny, probing thrusts at my hole and I could feel it open a little more with each one. It took quite a while (like I wanted to hurry?) but finally his cock went in past the head. At that point Jay stopped.