> > I better go clean up. > I went to the bathroom and washed again, when I came back, they both still had their legs in the air. “um, are you still...not satisfied?”> Silence, I guess they are still debating the idea. “well, I’m spent for the night, besides I still have some homework to finish, so if you want, come back Friday night, I’ll have enough energy by then, and no homework to finish.”Still they didn’t move, they both had their legs in the air, with two perfect pussies out there for the. At themoment I did not care. I made my way to my bed and laid down,completely in the nude. I did not know where to start or really what Iwas doing. So I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.First I began to trace the contours of my body with my new nails. Thisgot my heart going. As I soon felt my new soft flesh and curves from mywidened hips. I let one of my hands move up towards my breasts. Soon Iwas tracing my orbs with one finger as the other stayed near my crotchteasing where my pubic hair. Only once did the friendship threaten to go further. I had just pulled into her driveway and offered my hand for what had become our traditional farewell handshake. She took my hand, but didn’t let go. Instead, she pulled me a little closer, and shyly kissed my cheek. ‘What was that for?’ I asked, but her lids had dropped a bit and she shrugged. When she looked up again, she said simply, ‘Just a thank you…for being my friend. You’re very nice, you know, and you treat me with a lot of respect. Heather continued to play hermound like a well-tuned instrument as waves of ecstasy continued to coursethrough Cynthia's body. By the time she finished playing with Cynthia'sclit, the fake woman was panting and writhing on the bed."Not too much for you to handle. We've still got the main event to come,"Heather told her as her finger probed into Cynthia's vagina. She found itsopping wet inside and she smiled at the thought of the fake girl finallygetting to experience the joys of womanhood..