I saw Ally wearing the strap-on and she was fucking Kyra doggie-style. Kyra’s head was buried in a pillow and her ass was sticking up. They didn�...t see me walk up behind them until I took my cock and sunk it in Ally’s dripping wet pussy.“Oh God Bret,” Ally moaned as she sank her cock deeper into Kyra’s pussy. Ally had stopped thrusting as I continued pistoning in and out of her sweet honey pot. After Ally got used to my cock again, we all got in a rhythm. Every thrust into Ally meant she. He mumbled something about sloppy seconds and emptied his sack in me. He kept fucking me slowly while he talked to Trailer guy. “Isn’t faggot pussy the best? And look at him. He’s full of cum and his cock is still hard. He loved it.” He was right.For the rest of my time in Kentucky I found my self on the business end of two cocks and it was pretty great. I don’t understand what’s in me where being used gives me such immense satisfaction. I’m not sure if you readers realize this but as I tell. I was breathing heavily, the sound of it deep and masculine.My hands were covering my face. I could feel the difference already, butwhen I lowered them, I saw it.I was the man again.I looked exactly the same - same hair and eyes (that I now noticed werebrown instead of my usual blue); same chequered shirt and blue jeans;same brown boots.I checked myself over again, feeling the physical changes, checking thatit was real.It was. I really was a man.The shock element wasn't there this time. Instead. Well. I realize that I-I am not the... the most perfect girl in bed, or... or even a poor facsimile, but... but I'm beginning to wish I were! And I'm really going to try... !"The slightest breath of air might have knocked him right off his stool, the young husband wildly thought as he listened with his lower jaw dropping to his vivaciously beautiful wife's admission, but it was her totally unexpected commitment which caused his penis to jerk urgently beneath his clothing. Beyond that, her.