Or maybe it was because I was dressed like a freaking woman!Here it was, my first day of school, and I'm wearing a dress and highheels. I had begged J...nni to help me find something that would make melook frumpy and ugly, but she had insisted on making me look like a cutelittle coed. My hair was tied back in a pony tail, my face was made up,and my nails were painted (my real nails now).Jenni had laid down several rules for my new life. No more working outat the gym, women don't have big muscles.. ”Philip’s hand caressing her ass felt wonderful. She realized with a shock that she’d been expecting a hard, painful grope, the only thing her husband had known to do. Philip was behaving as if he adored her, cherished her, and was being given a gift. How strange and wonderful was that?Rising to her tiptoes, she kissed him, sighing with pleasure. Boy could he kiss.“My turn,” she announced easing away from him.Tugging the Polo shirt from his waist, she drew it up, studying his body. Philip was. He knew he was never going to become a great journalist, even of something as lightweight as VR. He struggled so hard to say anything interesting or enlightening about the virtual world. It was considerably more trivial than television and its content was becoming ever more narrow as the online community ossified around what it was already comfortable with. Even VR porn, on which he was an entirely unacknowledged expert, had become ever less interesting. Perhaps there would be a day when VR. It looked so delicate and helples. He then produced a speculum and placed a little Astroglide on it and began to gently work it in to her sex. He was very delicate and slow about it, almost like a surgeon. When it was about three inches in he slowly opened it up and panned the camera so it could look down it." What you are seeing is your hymen. Your virginity. Take a good long look at it because I intend to pop your precious cherry bitch." No" she moaned to herself. She had worked so hard to.