"Well," I started, "they are not exactly costumes anymore." What...?" Not costumes. Real!" I grabbed ger hand and put it on mycrotch. "Feel that? I...m a real woman now. What the hell isgoing on?!"She pulled her hand back, recoiling in shock. This did notbode well for our situation. After a short but heateddiscussion, we decided she should call her sister Tammy to getover here. It was, after all, her costumes we had become. Aninterminably long time later, the doorbell rang."Hi, Jack!". ..”“I have a couple of forms to fill in. Simple stuff. Theres a consent form. Just to protect me. Theres also an item list. Each activity is listed, just tick red yellow or green. This makes sure our agents dont go too far.”she half cocked her head, looking confused. I explained further.“Our agents will read this and react accordingly. This makes sure any play or session doesnt hit a hard limit and become abuse.”I slid the forms across the table, pen on top. She started with the consent form.. This time she did squeal – almost a scream of pleasure, as I withdrew and then pushed the finger up her anus again, chewing at her clitty at the same time. Then she was cumming and there was no keeping my face on her cherry – so I just kept my finger up her ass and let her orgasm flow. Her anal grip on my finger was terrific and immediately gave me some ideas for the future.She gradually subsided and I helped her to get panties back on. Yet she wasn’t done. She was now down on her knees,. "Jeremy …" She whispered, a sound of mischief in her voice. I looked up, looking at her."What- Julie!" I whispered loudly, cut off by her hand now resting on my crotch, squeezing the area in an attempt to get me hard. My mind told me to push her off, but the pervert in me told me to enjoy it, so I did just that - I sighed in pleasure as my sister grabbed and played with my hardened dick through my jeans. Her grip became much harder, which made me get harder, and my orgasm was close. "Julie, I'm.