Soon his orgasm was over, and he sort of rocked back and forth inside of her for a couple minutes, enjoying the last vestiges of his hard on. Her face...was still scrunched up in pain and delight as the black guy lowered his mouth to hers, mashing his tongue deep into her throat, sucking on her lips as she violently kissed him back. But soon, she was non-responsive. The combination of alcohol and sex had taken its toll, and she passed out. The black guy’s cock plopped out of my mother’s pussy,. I try to keep myself looking good, and eat well too, by and large, though I do have to admit to a craving for chocolate. After the kids were born, my breasts, which had always been my pride and joy, large round and firm, collapsed on me somewhat, and I felt I was in danger of needing stirrups rather than a bra. Neal gave me a boob job as a 10th year anniversary, and I decided to go for 38FF rather than the 38D that I had been before. The surgeon was great, and after six months there was no. We were a bit tired, but not tired enough to have a shower and change into night clothes and do some relaxation before retiring to bed. My wife (Sandy) excused herself as she wanted to use the bathroom. I switched on the TV and set back awhile to watch some soapy on channel. When about 15 minutes passed I called out to Sandy and asked if she’s ok. She replied yes and why don’t I get ready so I can join her in the shower. I found that strange as I thought she was busy bathing, but when I asked. Not only did I look like agirl, I sounded like one.I hadn't expected this. I hadn't planned on looking like a girl. How wasI going to explain this to my co-workers? I was even tempted to quit my jobjust so I wouldn't have to face the embarrassment. But I knew that I had toget back to work after having missed the last few weeks. I decided I wouldtalk as low as I could while at work, and hoped that I would be able to getby. It turned out that people did end up staring at me, but at least.