You willunderstand it too in time," she said now pulling him into the large walkin closet."It's not who I am Tonya. It's who you are saying I am. I'm ...ot asissy." Max, you have a very small penis and, well frankly it has no need to bein my pussy, or any other woman's pussy for that matter. And besides anerection just doesn't look right with you all dolled up, unless you arelooking in a mirror getting turned on and masturbating about how prettyyou look. Then it is the perfect size."Tonya's. Concerned, I ran my fingers over her cool skin, tracing the contours of her fleshy hood. My eyes widened in surprise as one of my fingers caught on something, it was her skin, she was shedding her outer layer. I peeled away a section, as if she was coated in clear, dry saran wrap. It came off easily in a sheet, not quite transparent upon closer inspection, it was patterned with the indents of her fine scales. She grumbled and crooned as I ripped more of it free, seeming to alternate between. " She grinned wide."Touch her," Joyce signed. "If you do, I will touch." She pointed to her breasts and casually ran her hands down her stomach, promising him she'd touch more if he'd "get on with it" like she'd indicated.Roger smirked and lifted the arm rest that had been left down; he scooted closer to Abigail. He signed an "O" and a "K" to her and Abigail signed the same back to him. Roger noted her sharp intake of breath and he slipped his hand more firmly across the back of her neck,. . that area is...She removes all the cream, I bite on my lip.— You're really sensitive...— Sorry…— Don't apologize, it's good to be warm-blooded.As I wriggle a little, she adds:— Even very, very warm!She cleared everything away and rinses me with a washcloth.Without hair, it's true that... it's too much! She realizes that I am more and more aroused.She laughs, then puts the washcloth under cold water, saying:— It's better like that, huh.— Yes, sorry, but it's so... sensitive...She gives a small.