He gave me one and I putit on my right hand. He went first this time, showing me how to lube up theglove and proceeded to lube up Ann's asshole. I was...in total awe that we(a couple of small town hicks) got to do this. He went slowly and I couldn'treally make out every thing that was being said as he slowly worked his fingerin and out of her asshole. I was just nervously waiting for my turn. My fatherwatched over my shoulder as I went next. Ann squirmed on the table as myfinger entered her. "You're a regular guy and I'm a woman who's no good for you and we're having a night of cheap thrills, and then you're going to have a horrible revelation. That's our plot." Robert's mouth went dry and his palms began to sweat. "This is all being made up as it goes along," Charlotte said. "That's why you couldn't remember anything when you first got here, because that was the beginning of the story, and nothing had been written yet. But when it was written who you were and where you were and. Bowing her head, she kissed the taut swollen knob, then opened her lips to slide them wetly down the rigid shaft, taking him into her mouth. Sliding the taut ring of her lips down his throbbing cock, she drew deeply, hollowing her cheeks as she bobbed up and down in long, deliciously shivering strokes.She was busy, happily sucking cock, when someone took her hands and placed them on even more cocks. More exciting cocks! She squeezed her new-found toys, gripped them in a death grip, yanked hard,. I'd read other adverts on there, wonder if they get thesereplies also. My flatmates call me 'Sissy' that doesn't hurt me, becauseI know I am one. Plus they know me, I had even thought about discussingit with them. But decided best not to let them know just how much a sissyI am, just yet. But I still can't help or take myself away from these'Girly' sissy fantasies. The feelings, the great desire I have of beingdressed as a pretty girl.After six weeks and no other positive response, I'd all but.