Somehow I managed to wrestle him onto his back, straddled him, and rode him in a crazed frenzy until we came again, with our mouths glued, kissing, ki...sing for all those lost years.Afterwards, we were barely able to look at each other. We avoided being in any situation together and certainly any situation requiring communication. Somehow, I made it through to the week, with the wedding a few days away. I had been justifying it to myself and I thought I was okay. We were all entitled to a last. Each, who was still loaded, took one more shot before turning andtrotting back to join the two lines of their comrades that had begun tomove forward. It was time to quit dicking round. Hey-diddle-diddle,straight up the middle.The EndAfterwardA few weeks back there was a blog, at BigCloset, wondering why so fewfemale to male stories were posted. I wrote a response musing that mytype of stories likely could fit such a transition quite easily;however, when I pressed submit the blog was gone. Still. I slowly fingered her asshole as I sucked on her clit. I felt Tiffany release my cock and then heard some wet, smacking sounds. They were kissing, sharing my cum. "Umm, that's delicious," Mary purred, then I heard more kissing noises, and I almost wished my view wasn't obstructed by Tiffany's beautiful pussy. Almost."Ohh, Mark knows his way around a pussy," Tiffany panted."He's had lots of practice." I could just picture the satisfied smirk on my wife's face. I enjoyed eating her pussy out,. She bought Peter some dresses of his own. But she didn't tell you, knowing you would explode. I was very concerned at this aspect of it, but Marsha argued that it was better than making Peter suppress his natural desires. I had to agree, albeit reluctantly. Later on, I was persuaded to show Marsha what I looked like en femme. So I changed into lingerie and a dress, quickly did my makeup and hair, and presented myself. Marsha was very enthusiastic, and so was Peter. I admit that I blushed.