I imagined her breath smelled like that of an angel and her tongue looked like it tasted like ambrosia fit for the gods. I examined her sepia colored ...yes that were, for most of the conversation genuflected under childlike eyes. She was shy with me. We ended up on her brown leather sectional watching a movie called “Boys Don’t Cry” about a girl with some mental illness that made her want to be a boy. The ending credits had come and gone and I was still crying. I mean, I was doing that kinda cry. Katherine." Learn your girlhood lessons well, and I'll let you masturbate alittle, while that thing still provides you pleasure. On rareoccasions, when you accomplish something I find impressive, I mayeven allow you to masturbate until you cum. But your main sexualpleasure from now for a while to come will be from your new nipples-- caress them all you want, whenever you wish. It'll help youappreciate them. Enjoy your femininity! And right now, Annie,it's time for you to enjoy mine. . With a sigh Dave sat back. The pace of his masturbation eased from a frenzy to a gentle rhythm as he thought about what he was going to do now. He had never felt so feverishly excited and his swollen testicles wanted immediate release but the thought of it being all over, that after two brief glimpses he wouldn’t see anything more, was not one he could live with. He knew he ought to finish his wank, clean up and leave before he was discovered but the desire for more, for just one more glimpse,. She then told her husband to take me to the shower and clean me up for her. I followed him into the bathroom, and while we waited for the water in the shower to warm up, he began stroking my cock. His wife then came and stood at the door, and said to him, “what do you think you are doing? I told you to clean him up for me! You better not make him cum until after he has fucked me!”He stopped stroking me, and we stepped into the shower together. He lathered me up, and took his time slowly getting.