Frictional fires began burning despite the lubricating effects of feminine vaginal moisture and some leftover seminal cum. Peggys hot wet pussy effort...essly slid up and down on the slippery erection burying itself deep up into her cervical void. Fiery friction was producing the heat for the orgasmic rapture Peggy and I sought. Who needs foreplay when youve had a morning of newly-awakened lust and love? Quickie this was supposed to be, so quickie it was. As my orgasms started building, I began. She leaned back against the tank, letting the pleasure steadily build with the sliding of her fingers. This was only her second time masturbating, but in a sense, it already routine, like she had mastered it years ago and was now just going through the motions.Hello, what was this? At the top of her vagina, she had found a bump in the corner between her lips. She had seen it before in the porno, but she didn’t know what it was for. It was very sensitive, with the strokes of her fingers sending. "From Susan." Miss Jean pointed across the room, and Bill somehowrecognized, through the makeup, the wig and the dress, his old friendJohn waving at him in the distance. "Oh my God," Bill muttered.Soon the three were sitting together, drinking and chatting and laughing.Bill found it surprisingly easy to relate to John as the female Susan, afamiliar yet delightfully different version of John. And it didn't takelong for Miss Jean to make an impression on Bill as well. Miss Jean'spersonality, her. ”“Other than appearance, is there really much of a difference between you and your sister?”“I can’t spin a web worth a shit. Like, I can force it and bundle up my food, but I’m not the trap builder my sister is. I am much stronger, though, and my senses are sharper. She was built to lurk and wait, while I was built to pursue and fight.”“I guess that makes sense.”“Yeah, we—” Velvet held up a hand and looked over at a nearby tree. Dana watched her approach the tree and lean in close to look at a.