As I grew-up I foundStacy, or she found me. Then, as an adult, I encountering the writtenexploits of others, and discovered that although unusual, I w...s notunique, Learning this was an enormous relief. I did not have to betruly alone,This isolation and fetish play folded into an elaborate courtship ofintroverted indulgence. To be blunt, Stacy was the little girl trappedin a man's body, forcing me to become a sissy. It took years for me tocomprehend this.When Stacy took control, the sissy was to. ”“I don’t know,” Lisa began, wondering how to approach Tanya on such a strange venture. “Tanya only likes to be mutilated to orgasm. She's never shown any sexual interest in actually dying. I’m just disappointed because I always thought my girls would do anything I asked them.”“They tried,” Mac replied, “but they aren’t you, even though they were willing to try to replace you while you were gone.”Lisa smiled as she reviewed Mac’s fond memories of their sexual attempts to ease his sorrow at. Reef was in fine form tonight though. He managed to stave off his blasting my inner pussy with his orgasmic explosion, for a long time, allowing me to experience several smaller lead up orgasms. When Reef was ready to cum there was no mistaking it. His breathing got loud and labored. He started to make noises with each thrust sounding like a weight lifter in the gym with a steady cadence of grunts. The grunts got louder and the sound of his flesh slapping my flesh joined the rhythm of the. She could taste his semen now, but it was oldfrom his time with Candace, not the same as when hiscock was pumping her mouth full of his hot seed. Shecould taste something else too and it could only havebeen Candace’s pussy juices and cum. It didn’t taste badand she wouldn’t have cared anyway. She wanted his cockin her mouth and it wouldn’t have mattered how bad ittasted.Even if he hadn’t showered in a week, she’d still bedown on all fours cleaning off his.