Why did you give in soeasily?"Darla: "I don't know exactly. Mother keeps crying that her sweet Baby Boyhad been lost forever and I really love being h...r Baby Boy. You and Janahave been trying to turn me into her little sister for as long as I canremember. I came to you to escape their wild plans to turn me into a girland you put the final nails in the coffin! So when the clothes you dressedme in turned me on and you seemed to approve I just gave up! Maybe my lifewill be better as girl."Aunty. They were both half drunk so they would have agreed with anything to be able to fuck my wife.We got back to the house and everybody got naked, one of the guys named Roger, had a huge cock the others one’s name was Bill his cock was just average size. My wife told Roger to lay down on the bed, he laid down on the bed and then she looked at me and said, deep throat his cock I want to see you take it deep into your mouth. I want to see his cock sliding in and out of your hungry mouth. I started. Partly because the item of clothing feels different, andpartly because they know they shouldn't be doing it. And whether this isa frequent experience or not, the memory of the guilty pleasure will beretained. They might forget they have that memory, but in certaincircumstances that memory will come flooding back. Or perhaps gushingwould be a better word than flooding..So that's the background. Now let me explain what I think a sissy is. Mydefinition. Where I'm coming from.A schoolboy might be. I laughed at his comment, as he thrust his hips forward with force, opening and spreading my inner workings, causing me to exhibit a loud 'Gasp!''Thats why', I managed to get those two words out, before the tops of my thighs started quivering, my anal and vaginal muscles were dancing around his meat, tightening and relaxing in rapid succession, encasing his manhood as it remained embedded inside me, not moving, just savoring the warmth, feeling the quickening of my heartbeat, from inside my.