“Oh, god, yes!” she cried out, this time loudly, swaying back and forth as well as she could, suspended by her arms, impaled on his huge cock, fuc...ing him as much as he was fucking her. “That’s it. Just like a good little whore.” “Oh, fuck.” She moaned, passion overwhelming her. Her legs shook and her knees trembled as she felt herself pushed over the edge, his hips slamming into her abused ass as she came, the spurt of his cum inside her only intensifying her orgasm. “My turn.” They switched. It was so great that Icould do something so feminine and not have anyone complain. Mondayevening I threw out half of the boy underwear and then a pair or two everyweek until they were all gone a month later. From then on I exclusivelywore frilly girl's panties all the time; partly because I didn't have achoice but mostly because I wanted to. I was still very careful whilechanging.11 Paying MotherIt was strange but Mother never noticed that I never put any underwear inthe wash. I figured that if. I asked her if she wanted to drive with me or follow me in her car, and she bit her lip then said she would follow me. Good idea, as a girl can never know what a guy would be like once she was alone with him. I told her the main intersection near my house in case we got separated in traffic as we walked to her car. It was a late model Honda, light yellow. I got in my Chevy pickup and drove to her car, then we headed out.We made it to my place without interruption, and as soon as we walked up. They were a little younger than us but had many of the same interests and especially sexual interests.They liked hiking so one day my wife went on a hike with the woman why her husband and I stayed at the camp site. The two of us talked for a while then the it turned to sex and this is when it got interesting.It turned out he was bisexual and me being straight, wasn't too interested, at least, not at first. After a third drink, I loosened up a bit and we talked about more intimate things.