... but it felt so good.... i don't know what to do.... sore and exhausted, i let sleep claim me. I wake up to the smell of bacon, which is strange as...we only have it on special occasions. i get up and redress, thinking I'll ask Christie about the wet patch in a bit. i walk over to where she is standing and put my arms around her, pulling her body in close to me. "Welcome back to the land of the living, sis. want some bacon?" she asks, turning around to give me a quick kiss and a smile. "Of. She said, "What's the difference? There's a helluva lotta difference between 'OK' and 'great.' Are you sure it's all right?" Oh hell yes," Amy said. "Come on. I'm sure Greg likes you. He hung out with you through my whole party."On Friday, Greg took extra care shaving and combing his hair. He looked through his closet, settling at length on a blue blazer, gray slacks and a pink shirt. No tie, of course. He didn't want to look like a stuffy old fart.Megan went through her entire wardrobe twice. The corset through my eyesmade me look small waisted with breasts and the bulk below mypanties made my trousers and bottom look huge. In reality Iprobably looked 'normal' if you were expecting a normal man.After my orgasm at home my penis had moved and now seeing myselfin the mirror it became rigid trying to push forward against mynappy. As I pressed the button and the doors to the lift beganto close I relaxed but then a hand went through the gap and thedoors reopened and in walked my. But first, I wanted to go down on you, to taste your juices and drink some more from the fountain of your pleasure.After a couple of minutes, I moved down to the foot of the bed, and parted your legs which you were so kind as to help with, looking at your wonderful pussy. Your lips were soaking, exposed, reddened from your orgasm, but puffy and ready for more.I touched them first with my fingers, loving seeing what I was doing and feeling their slippery, silkiness on my fingertips. I ran the.