I stepped sideways to see the second picture. Another blonde, this time with even bigger tits but firm, standing straight out from her body. Obviously...implants and well done. Her waist was much too small for her body and her ass average sized. The look on her face was something between lust and fear. Her mouth was closed but the hugely swollen lips were again obvious. The other thing I noticed were her cunt lips. They were huge! I looked back at the first girl. Nothing unusual down there. But. ..But we were smart. Between the two of us, we would come up withsomething.After the first one, we had a lot of evenings like that. And not justevenings. Steven taught me about daytime makeup, too. I acquired quitea collection of women's wear. Shorts, tops, skirts, more dresses. Andshoes. Lots of shoes. Over the summer, with almost constant practice,my mannerisms, posture, and vocal inflections became more and morefeminine. The only time I wasn't dressed as a girl was when I went. ”“Coffee? It’s still early.” He remembered her as a near zombie in the morning without it, briefly wondering how she could be so upright at this ungodly hour.She smirked, the action held very little warmth, and it frustrated him. She sauntered into the kitchen, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she poured a cup for herself. She had turned so vain and shallow over the last year – he barely recognized her. Hell, he barely recognized himself. He shook the thoughts from his head, knowing they. A gentle stroke of Amy's thigh produced another moan. As I had suspected the idea of being tied up and left as a present for another man had turned her on more than I had ever seen before. I knew putting the rope around her ankles could be difficult so I continued to stroke her thigh as a distraction. Letting my fingers move down onto Amy's inner thigh she involuntarily spread her legs, desire overriding any rational preference she might have.Moving my hand in between Amy's thighs I lightly.