I didn'tusually wear undies under my pyjamas, and I suppose girls, or at leastsome girls, didn't wear panties under their nighties either. I stillfelt...a little more exposed though, as at least pyjamas coveredeverything, while my nightie opened up at the bottom.I took a few cautious steps. Luckily my brain seemed to adapt quickly togetting used to walking in this new body. The absence down there wasmore obvious as I moved though. Nothing dangling. Just the feeling ofthe air on a smooth surface. Ana moaned and muttered some dirty talk.It was shortly after that she confessed that she had been a very bad girl tonight. She whispered it softly, as I kept fucking her tight asshole.She added I was the fifth man to fuck her during that night. I opened my eyes in surprise, so she said that they only had fucked her pussy; so it was the reason she was so sore right now…We fucked for hours and I lost count of the number of times I came inside her asshole and her mouth. Her vulva was glistening. She placed it on the table then looked straight into my eyes. ‘Only one way to find out.’ She stood again and looked at me as if to say, 'well, are you coming or not.' I stood and she turned and I followed her, watching her sharp heels as they clicked on the stone floor. I watched as her arse swayed, tight in the green leather. She hailed a cab and it stopped. They never do that for me. She gave an address, not far away. She took my hand and held it. The block was modern and expensive. We rode. Now be a good boy and clean up grandmas poop from the floor sweety.With that her and Mom left the bathroom. I carefully scooped up her poop and dropped it into the pot and then cleaned up the tile and flushed it away.My hands still smelled like poop after I washed them but I didnt care I liked it. Mom and grandma were sitting on the loveseat in the livingroom chatting when I was finished in the bathroom.They looked so hot together boobs and pussys exposed and my cock once again was stiff in no.