I moved my hand further down over the material to the top of her legs and slowly moved my fingers down and back along her gusset.I breathed in heavily...not wanting to faint with the pleasure my sensations were going through.I could smell my friends Moms perfume, and her breathe on my chest, her nakedness against mine. Her hand slowly wanking my manhood, my hand stroking her.My fingertips felt her slit and my mind focused on the touch. I gave a audible exhale of satisfaction at feeling the. He couldn't. "You are wondering why. It's very simple. This park is a refuge for girls who are sick of being ogled and pawed and treated like sex objects. I don't let men in." She bit her lip. "Well, I do let them in. It's just that no men leave."Jim shook his head. "What you're saying is ... impossible! You ... change men into girls? How? Some kind of voodoo?" His voice rung impossible in his ears, soft and sultry and feminine.The old woman seemed offended for a moment. "No, it's. I didn't really care who, to tell you the truth, although Moe had the inside track at the moment.Then Jack cut in and started dancing with me."Hi," he said. "Remember me?" Sure," I giggled. "You were wearing a tie before." That's me," he said, squeezing me to him. "Those were my work clothes. These are my play clothes." What are we going to play?" I don't know yet. Why don't you kiss me while I think about it?" Well," I sighed, feigning reluctance, "I suppose."Jack was a pretty good kisser,. I told Rachel about it a few minutes after it happened and she smiled wide. So I knew this would entice her and it did.She took a step forward and looked me in the eye and said, “You want to fuck her, don’t you?”I looked back and without breaking gaze said “Yes.”She replied, “Show me.”So I took her by the throat, turned her over and pushed her on the bed. I straddled her and pushed her down to her flat stomach and took the head of my cock and slowly parted the lips of her pussy. I rubbed her.