Organic," he said, "maple," then zipped the eyes closed again. The fingernails continued scratching my back and I rocked side to side in a world of co...plete pleasure. Then, I felt fingernails scratching my itchy titties and did cum. It was a whole new kind of play, a new way to use me. I came again and the hands went away. "No, no, pleeease!" I moaned, but I felt the zipper close up the back of the outfit.Someone took my wrist and led me through rooms and hallways until they started me down. She hadn't been wearing lingerie the night before so I was wondering why they were there. I looked into the bedroom. My wife and the other two of my brother's friends were in there having sex. My wife was on her back, legs spread wide, one of the guys on top fucking her. The other guy was kissing my wife and playing with her boobs while she stroked his dick.My wife was wearing white stockings that matched the lingerie and nothing else. From where I was standing I could see the guy's dick. James relished the stolen moments he could spend en-femme, he sometimesthought that perhaps he should have been born a girl. Leaving the sportsbag by his sister's bed he headed down stairs to the kitchen. The clicksof the heels against the kitchen floor were strangely relaxing andbought yet another smile to James' face.With that Jessica decided she needed a drink. Pouring herself a glass oforange juice Jessica sat down on a stool at the breakfast bar. And shestarted to read the copy of 'Femme'. Behind the BMW, the Dodge SUV was laboring to keep up. Jack was discussing the ancestry of the BMW driver in less than flattering terms. "God damn idiot has a death wish. Holy shit! I spent time on the race circuit, and I can't keep up. That Beamer is just too much car." There they are, Jack," said Jen as they rounded a sharp turn. "Back off! Oh! My God! Look out!"On the road ahead was the reflection triangle of a slow moving vehicle. Jack slammed on the breaks and turned the wheel to the left.