Asshole is for fucking, baby." He massaged her pretty ass, stroking her soft, smooth flesh. "Calm down, girl. You can take it, and you'll love it." He...flicked his finger over her asshole.Vicki's asshole pulsed. She loved having her brown shitter stroked. The inside of her asshole itched, wanting to be scratched deep inside. She found out that she liked nothing better than having her asshole probed. Still, she wasn't sure that her shitter could stretch over Robert's huge prickhead. The fucking. "Must be. You suppose the girls will be gossiping aboutwhy you didn't come home last night and what you did?"Tommi laughed. "Let them. I'm a grown woman, and I can do what Iwant." Your thought patterns and attitudes are becoming more and more femaleall the time. Did you notice?"Tommi nodded, smiling. "When I started the program, Dr. Tina told methat prolonged exposure to female hormones would permanently alter mybrain functions. Not in a huge way, but in subtle ways. I guess thatmeans. He did not try and cover himself and just stood there naked and proud. He said "I noticed you were having some fun and could use some relief too. Maybe we could help each other". She looked up at him and he gave her a wink.Vickie smiled and walked over to him. She looked at him and said "I told Frank I caught you jerking off one day. He told me I should give you a hand next time. So, I guess I will". Phil smiled and said "my son is a good man". He sat back down in the chair and spread his legs. Then I gave her chocolate, kept condom packet in my jeans pocket.Mangala had glanced what I bought, was a little shy. Once my wife, son, and Mangala got into taxi back seats, I asked them to tie the belt. (In Europe, seat belts mandatory for all passengers). I helped my wife and son first then came to help Mangala, who sat on the other side.While pulling the seat below over her shoulder, I purposefully brushed her small breast. Those were firm, I got it confirmed that she was not wearing a bra.