The knickers had been arelatively simple matter - underpants of either sexhaving the same basic design - but this was ... well,strange. Alien, exotic,...complicated. Maybe he'dbetter just leave it off, fold it away in theshoulder-bag and forget it ever existed.No. It was only a bra, for God's sake. There was noeldritch mystery here. We're talking about abrassiere, the same as any pre-teen wears to theskating rink! If a twelve year-old kid could masterthe intricacies of an adjustable bra, then he. ..I really am," Patricia said crawling over to Stephanie on her hands and knees. "Our friendship means more to me than John does too."Stephanie lit a cigarette and looked down at the red handprint she left on her friend's face."How can I make it up to you?" Patricia asked sitting on the floor in front of Stephanie."Don't stay down there like you're going to lick my pussy," Stephanie said feeling her anger lift. "Just don't play any more games with Kevin, ok?" Believe me, I won't make that. C."So I, once the powerful, wealthy businessman Ed Johnson, am now thefeminized Sweetie--MRS. Ed Johnson! It's been hard getting used to my newrole in life, cooking, cleaning and serving my Husband, who ironically isa wealthy and powerful businessman. But it's even harder because of the"wedding gifts" from my three Bridemistresses....Carla's gift was an expensive and ingenious faux puss that bonds to theskin with advanced adhesive that can only be removed with a specialsolvent. With this in. I now brought my mouth once again into her vagina and thrust my tongue deep into it. “Issssssssssh” how long will you tease me darling. I want you in me. Come Raju. Come and take me” she said, and as she said this, her vagina started contracting slowly at first and then fast, pouring more of cunt juices onto my tongue. Having cleaned it up with my tongue, I got up and laid her back on the pillow, and kneeling in front of her, I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulder. I gently lowered.