"Show these boys how a wimpy, pathetic cuckold services his wife."What could I do but obey? As her gaping snatch pressed against my mouth, the laughte... and jeers of the boys ringing in my ears, I extended my tongue to lap gently at the lips of her labia and her clit. I heard her gasp above me as I teased the folds of flesh, and as always she began to get wetter, the scent of her sex overpowering my senses. As I dug deeper with my tongue, her weight pushing my face ever deeper into her muff, I. The thing that amazed me most was the way everything looked so ordinary, as if it had always been this way. Someone had paid careful attention to making things look normal and natural, even though I knew they weren't.Heading toward the other side, near the bluff face, showed me another entrance to yet another large cave. Inside, it was literally packed with equipment, tools, and supplies. My new International 350 tractor, square baler, and assorted attachments I'd been able to talk to myself. Theyassured me they would have them removed once the year was over, butuntil then the only sign left of my masculinity was my penis. Of coursethat too would remain hidden behind a realistic prosthetic vagina.Eventually they decided I was ready for my new life to begin. I soonfound myself driving to Caitlyn?s apartment in what was now my yellow VWbug. All traces of my old life were a distant memory as my parents onlyallowed me to bring with me my daughter and my cat. I had been livingfull. I couldn’t believe it; she was masturbating as she watched me licking my own pee from my fingers. The flow of pee was subsiding now and she walked into the bathroom. She stood right in front of me, holding my gaze. Bending slightly and ran one finger along the length of my pussy. ‘That was incredibly horny, I wish I had known you were into water sports, I would have asked you to wait and we could have had some fun.’ she said. She lifted the finger to her mouth. Extending her tongue, she wrapped.