’ ‘But you said…’ I cut him off. ‘I said that if we found the right guy, we could have a threesome. I said it. I will do it, but I’m tired...of looking at this sick stuff. You know what I like. You look through them. Just delete the filth and if you find one you think I’ll like, I’ll look at it. You sort through them, and then I’ll look.’ I huffed out to go back to lousy television, rather hoping that Tom would follow and give up this fools quest but he was determined. My loving husband parked. My husband had me cumming, using only his cunt eating skills. But at the same time, he was also making me seriously wonder how his mother knew he liked a smooth, clean-shaven pussy.When I observed his semi-erect cock, for the first time ever, I immediately considered bringing myself on my knees and start blowing his member. But, I was just too shy for that.Three years later, as a 24-year-old woman, I have become confident, carefree, and competent on the bed, and also outside of the bed. I. I went in front of her and curtsied and then with my beautiful high feminine voice I said, "Good morning mother."From the expression on her face you could have hit her over the head with a 2x4 and she wouldn't have felt a thing."This can't be the gangly boy I sent here 8 months ago?" Yes it is," said Ms Singleton. "You can see the changes we have made. Her breasts are real, and so is her figure. You aren't wearing a corset are you Miss Deanna?" I haven't worn a corset since my operation," I. A heavy plastic casing was affixed to their front, looking like a large deep urinal. The face and chest of the wearer - made up in gloss white - were exposed in the bowl, and the exit pipe led to their groin area. The man who'd designed it remarked to Phyllis on the phone that it wouldn't be much fun if some bloke actually used it while she was wearing it.How wrong he was!A few streets away from where Phyllis lived, there was a pub, filled every night with heavy-drinking men. Late that night,.