At the same time, the sunlight continued to warm her back, while other warming sensations flooded up from deeper inside her. She felt his hands grab a... her panties and drag them backwards, baring her bottom. She whimpered out loud, but as she buried her face in the sheets, she smiled. He brought his hand down on her right cheek, filling the room with the sound of the impact. A second later, her voice followed with an "Oooh!" She grabbed a chunk of bedsheet in each fist. She felt his hand strike. She looked longingly at Bob. “This is so much fun, and I am such a slut tonight. I think I’ve just realized my true calling in life and my true potential.”Bob laughed, “What’s that?”“I want to be a fuck princess. If it has a cock I want to be sure to leave it satisfied. If it has a pussy, I want to give it an orgasm and dine on the luscious outflow. I have been limited to the occasional fuck, but now I see that doing such things for many hours each day is a highly worthwhile activity.”“You’re a. I told her I understood, but saidit didn't make sense to call me Lyle in this form. I suggested the name Lyla.A short time later, we were in bed, and I let Carolyn lead the way as wemutually discovered the pleasures that two women can share together. Wedrifted off to sleep in each other's arms. The last words I heard were, "Ilove you, Lyla."When I awoke, I was Lyle again.The experience stayed with me throughout the week. Carolyn and I had dinneronce that week, and she could tell I was. Full of ideas, and always wet and aroused by my discussions with those sexy young girls, I greeted Jack with something new and fun every Thursday evening. He never knew exactly what he was going to get, but it was always fucking great. Yesterday afternoon’s discussion group was about female sexual fantasies. I suggested that we should take it beyond simply talking about sex. I told Amber and Crystal that whoever had the best fantasy would have to agree to do more than just tell us about it. .