I felt like she was drawing what remained of my brain out of me; one cell and neuron at a time.Swinging back into my lap, Samantha took control and gu...ded me into her body; she pumped up and down like there was no tomorrow and again all too soon I hit my peak and came inside of her for the second time that evening.I just looked at her as my manhood collapsed in on itself; her smile wide and shining in the rooms light. The best I could manage was a sheepish grin; this mixture of embarrassment. The following day was a Saturday and I wanted to get Tracey her owndresses and heels. In fact I wanted to ensure she had a full wardrobe.Trevor was doing his best to look manly in panties, pantyhose and a braand I helped him to take off his wig and remove his makeup.I wanted him to look slightly manly for a man wearing panties, pantyhoseand a bra as we went lingerie, shoe and dress shopping.Before we left I had her set up an email and Facebook account as Tracey.When we went into Ann Summers. ”“Riiigghhht!” Molly laughed. “I’ve heard some stories from married men, but that one takes the cake!”I pulled my wallet from my pocket, removed the plastic insert with our family pictures, and slid it across to her.“What the heck am I looking at?” she asked.“My SEVEN kids. And their moms. Four of them. We all live together down in Hyde Park, though this one,” I indicated Jennifer, “is a lesbian who is married to another woman, and this one,” I indicated Elyse, “is steady with another. You had showered and lay back down between us while we slowly caressed you all over, your neck, face, breasts, belly, hips, legs and yes, your pussy. You laid there eyes closed enjoying it and felt me slide down and breathe hotly on your pussy. You again pulled his hard cock up to your mouth and I watched you suck him, feeling my cock throb as I was turned on watching you suck another cock, enjoying your your lips stretching over his thick shaft and seeing your cheeks suck in, your hands.