But inother ways, it was a whole new existence. My name was now Mary. I waslearning to apply morning and evening styles of makeup. I painted mynail..., wore perfume and borrowed my grandmother's earrings and jewelry. Every day, I wore panties, dresses, bras, stockings, and heels andcarried a purse. I was gaining confidence and getting better at actingand speaking like a girl. After I watched Saturday morning cartoons in a nightgown and panties,Gran had her weekly appointment at the beauty. “Bring him… my wife wants your husband, I want that sixty-nine,” was that my voice I just heard?She looked in her rearview mirror. “You people serious?” she asked.“Hell yes,” Connor practically shouted. I repeated the same sentiment.The closer we got to home, the more anxious I was to do something with Karen. Something, hell! Fuck! That’s what I wanted to do with my wife. Not Pauli, not Alyssa, but Karen. And then, that little thing with Kelli. Maybe?“You ever do anything like that?” Pauli. "I just never want you to feel like I don't give you enough."I was Janice's turn to laugh and speak. "So one night in seven I don't wake up with a wonderful feeling in my sore pussy. I think we all can live with that situation."I just shook my head and took the scraps of my breakfast to the recycler. My ladies still had to eat, but they ate quickly and quietly, slipping off to the bedroom to come back out dressed in blue mini-skirts and white halter-tops. They were in a discussion with Bethany. Again, I took his cock and sucked its head while rubbing the shaft with my hands. Then I licked and sucked his balls and also licked his asshole. He shivered in pleasure the moment I licked his asshole.He grabbed my ass, kept it on his face and started sucking my pussy in 69 position. I was sucking his cock and he was sucking my pussy. We both were enjoying it.Then I said, “J, I want your dick inside me. Come on. Fuck me, baby!”J got up and we were in doggy position (my favorite one!). He.