And I sure think it’s fun! And it was a lot of fun when I was single. A virgin at twenty-four when I met my future husband (MFH), he helped me see b...yond the controlling teachings of my fundamentalist parents. I finally realized that sex was a natural appetite and good for me when, like eating or any other natural activity, it was done responsibly. I studied it and got on birth control and started screwing MFH. Damn, it was soooo good!I’d been dating some other guys who would accept that I. ? Oh god. Peter felt his stomach churn. Not only was he bondedwith symbiote again and turned into some ridiculous girly girl versionof Venom, but he had a literal pornstar body."Pink..." he finally managed to gather his mind enough to make aspecific thought. "You just... dressed me up, right?" Heehee!" Peter's hands flew to his new chest, squeezing his sizablebreasts. Immediately Peter moaned into his mask, pressing his thighstogether as he tried to fight off the wave of arousal that ran. “Caitlin?” “Richard-” “I’m so thirsty, I can’t tell you. What are you drinking?” “It’s wine, I think there’s some left if you want?” “No, think I’ve had quite enough!” He rustled through the fridge looking for juice. Wearing just his boxers (a small victory, getting him to abandon y-fronts) one could see quite what a huge bear of a man Richard was. He glugged down apple juice before turning back to me. “My, what have you got on?” Great. Now you notice. “Well, I put them on earlier. I thought. Good, now spread your legs a bit. Yes, now use your hands to spread your ass-cheeks and display your asshole. Yes, this is how you must display yourself.' Jenny said as Malcolm complied. Malcolm lay on the floor, his legs raised high, his cock exposed. His hands spread his ass-cheeks exposing his asshole. Ellen giggled and Malcolm was reminded of his humiliating nakedness but he found it vaguely exciting. 'I see you haven't gotten around to removing his pubic hair.', Ellen teased and Malcolm.