I could feel tight panties against my crotch and a silver silk nightgown loosely wrapped around me. Not only that, but all of the pictures hanging on ...he wall changed, replacing my previous male image with my new female one. The tree even changed, with several of the homemade ornaments I had created at various points in my life changing or disappearing entirely. The pile of presents to my left shifted, too. Before, it had been mostly video games, magazines, and computer stuff. Now, it was. Roxy had many men before she met me, around 40 as I remember. She had lived briefly with one guy but he was more into taking nude pictures of her and taking polaroids of her sucking his cock and with the use of a mirror, pics of them fucking. She happened to let slip that a few of the pics he took were of his cock up her arse and strangely this got my immediate attention. I said that I didn't know she took it up the arse and would she be up for it now to which she replied with her often said. Both girls are fit and very comfortable with their sexuality and the roles that come along with it. Let me tell you of a weekend with my lover. It is Friday night and we are meeting for the weekend. We are using some condo sort of thing with a living room, kitchen, bath, and bedroom. In the living room, There are two easy chairs, each with its own ottoman. These face a couch running along beneath a wall of windows. Outside, a fairly busy street runs past. Now I move to my lounge chair. I lean. Meanwhile Arnie was content as a little baby nursing at itsmother's breasts.The next hour or so was very intense sex. Every time one of the guysfilled my cunny with cum, Don would lick me clean. He just plain loved thetaste of cum, mine and theirs. We were all just lying there, recuperatingfrom our sexual activity. I had been thinking that Don's love of cum mightmean he was a little more then just a guy-girl type of lover. Like maybehe might just be into a little guy-guy stuff also but.