Emptying hispockets of all but his wallet, she spun him around. ?Take your shirt off. Andthrow it in the trash can.? Not wanting to be kicked in the n...ts again, hedid as he was told. ?Pants. Now. Wallet stays in the car with me, pants inthe trash. Shoes and socks too.? So, there he stood, next to the car, in justhis boxers. ?Nobody said you could keep those. Off with them.? Nervously, hestepped out of his last piece of clothing; hoping the fog would be enough coverfor him to remain. She was the same size and shared the same figure.Jerry took Emma's hand. "Thank you for coming," he said and bent to kiss her cheek. She turned her head so that it landed on her lipsHe started but she squeezed his hand. He looked her in the eye for a moment and then tore himself away."Hello, Zoë," he said warmly. "I'm delighted to meet you." And you, Colonel Evans." Don't you dare! Jerry!" Yes, sir." She stood rigidly to attention.Jerry laughed. She was clearly a fun girl.He led them though to. “I crawled on top of Sammy and eased my pussy onto his dick. Usually, it would take a few strokes to get that monster inside, but I was already so wet, and Ian’s cock had already stretched me out. I easily took Sammy’s cock halfway inside me. It was such a pleasure, and a shock, to feel the differences between them. “‘Oh, Sammy, your cock is so big. I’m never going to get that monster in my ass.” But that didn’t stop me from rocking up and down on his big stick. Deep. Deeper. I paused, tilted. I shuddered and smiled - it felt so magically different.Suddenly I remembered that Vicki was waiting. I had to pee and then go out and 'be' Misty. This could wait.I sat down, and wondered what the next step was. Urinating had always been so easy to control. Now what did I have to do? I spread my legs open and looked; it wasn't obvious where the pee even was going to come out! There were just folds - parts of a pussy in the way. What was I supposed to do - just let it go? I guessed that I had to.