. Ah, yes, this looks familiar...”“You don’t need your glasses?”“I’m near-sighted. Sometimes I take them off to read. This site has catego...ies -- straight, gay...”“None of that,” he remarked.“Lesbian ... bondage...”“What would you like to read?” he asked.“I enjoyed the lesbian stories. I’ll admit to being a bit bi-curious ... not enough to actually get into a lesbian relationship, though. Here’s one -- ‘What Marsha Taught Jenny’.”“How about I change it up and do oral on you while you’re. Might I add that my underwear were quite wet, and my boyfriend noticed so he ran his hand up my leg over the big wet spot and I breathed in sharply. He then ran his fingers up my stomach to my bra and played around with the lace till he reached the back of it and undid it with one quick motion. I watched as it fell to the floor and exposed my pert breasts. They weren't the biggest of the bunch but they were lively and "just the right size." He cupped them both in his hands rubbing them. On the other hand, she found an old comfort zone in the clothing.Having only shirts, trousers, and boots was almost like a return tobeing Tom; makeup was a thing of the past, now.~I'm not sure this is all to the good,~ Nicole thought. ~I've only hadfour months of the new me, and now I'm too close to being back to theold me for comfort.~The remainder of the day, and the next two that followed, were consumedby paperwork, and standing in line, and classes, and more paperwork, andstanding in line,. She had no choice. “I love fucking boys.”“Never again. Your pussy will be dry for any boy. But wet for your Mommy. Only women can make you wet and cum.” My thoughts prickled.“Mom!” she gasped, bucking, her asshole and pussy clenching on my fingers. “Mom, you're so fucked up. What is wrong with you?”“I have a slut for a daughter,” I groaned. “It's time I treated her like one. My slut!”Just saying those words had me so turned on, a small orgasm rippled out of my pussy. I couldn't believe it. I.