Let me describe my experience in sex party.I have a NRI friend Rahul, who was notorious in through hot parties , whether it’s his Birthday , New yea... ,Christmas , or any occasion he needs a reason to through a affluent hot party , with no limit to hot girls , alcohol , drugs. This story is regarding a hot party thrown by him on getting passed in the examination in his father farmhouse. I had dressed sexy for the party like Stifle of American pie wearing silk French republic white shirt match. Maybe the fear and the exercise had accelerated my transformation - ormaybe I still had something male there that looked female. I didn'thave time to examine myself closely. As far as I knew I was all womannow - or at least all woman for all practical purposes. I tugged the t-shirt back down and pulled it away from my nipples, a little ashamed athow good the material felt sliding over my breasts. It figured thatwhen they changed me, they made my body sensitive. Their plans for meobviously. Then comes the initial press into me. My inner sissy self is completely in charge as my pussy relaxes and opens up to Him and He easily penetrates me. As that wonderful Man Cock begins to enter me I can't help myself from letting out a breath and that soft moan of pleasure. It just feels so good.Once inside me he begins working his cock deeper and deeper into me, my body naturally pushes back on him and soon he begins that lovely rhythm of sliding his cock in and out of me. I am his, his. "Better not," he said looking towards the door."Ok I'll just take my bra off then," she giggled.With some difficulty he at last pulled her small bra off and put it in her handbag."Is that better?" she asked as his hands found naked flesh for the first time."Lovely," he sighed and their lips met again."Sorry there're not that big," she whispered, "but I'm sure there'll grow especially if you keep touching them." Hey, there're about perfect," he said."I'll like to do other things too," she said.