Und zwar euer Haus, ehe du bl?de Fragenstellst. Blondinen..." Hey, ich bin zwar Blond, aber nicht 'ine'!" Brauchst zum Beweis nicht gleich deinen Rock...hochzuheben:" Selber Zicke!" Genug. Wir sollten besser hineingehen. Sonst machst du noch so weiterbis es wieder hell ist."* - *Nach dem Duschen stand ich vor dem Kleiderschrank. So langsam gab es einProblem. Gestern hatte ich zum f?nften Mal in den letzten Tagen einemFreund Kleider gegeben, so langsam blieb nichts mehr f?r mich.Nun ja, Kleider. Five cuts to three and Francine must get back into contention soon or start fading from blood loss.Patti came in for the kill, obviously intending her sixth thrust to be fatal, but Francine twisted her whole body round to escape and managed to nick Patti on her right shoulder. It was the littlest of little scratches, but it bled and that was enough to make the score five to four. She could still do it!Patti might have been cut four times, but only one wound was serious and not too serious at. This also meant I not only dressed in a more feminine fashion, I also kept myself that way. I wore mostly dresses and skirts, even my pants had a more feminine flair. I think I only owned two pairs of blue jeans. Long, soft, auburn hair, and gentle make-up, unless I was asked to look like a bit more exotic, and my nails. Long and sharp. With a gentle touch, they would caress, tease, and tickle. However, with some effort, they could also open envelopes, dig into crevices, give a nasty. I loved watching the look of shock, fear and pleasure on her face as she took more of the dick, and the thought of being in her position aroused me like nothing had before. “Would you like that, Max?” Casey asked. I hesitated for only a moment before Bob quickly took a big step over to me on the bed, grabbed my balls and squeezed them as hard as he could. “Answer Max,” he calmly Instructed, literally squeezing an orgasm from me. “Oh fuck, yes!” I exclaimed as cum oozed from my dick.~~~Tonight.