I have made innumerable items of feminine apparel when I could get the thing to cooperate with me, dresses, skirts, blouses were no real problem. Most...of them even came out well enough I could wear them in public, that is if I had the nerve. But this time it was different. This time, in my current unemployed state, I decided to sew a pair of shorts for my male self. Somehow all of my good shorts had disappeared in the various moving adventures of the past year, and I was in no position to buy. I missed Marci, but not enough to go back with her.I figured that Char certainly meant no harm by calling me. I admit that I even enjoyed her getting a little carried away with complimenting me for being such a great guy, a catch for any woman, and for being so nice with Marci's kids.After several months the calls from Char stopped and I figured that was that.Then, a month ago, Char called me again, but with a very different agenda.When I took that first call after an 8 month silence, she got. She couldn'tcry out for the shock of it. His gaze was piercing and cold. He appeared tobe looming over her crotch and probing her pussy with an outstretched finger.Not sure what to do, Deanna just lay there, trying to work out what was goingon.Wesley ran his hands over her bush. He was surprised and delighted by hernatural and hairy it was. In contrast to his mother's, this was a veritableforest of thick, bushy pubes. He turned his attention to the cunt itself.Troi had big, pouty lips which. Even if he was with the luscious blonde girl, she would still beg him to fuck her. She could beg them both to fuck her. She needed it.But there was no one home. She was alone. Finally, she took a shower. Letting the hot water beat down on her flesh was therapeutic.But it didn't make her sexual need go away. She was spreading soap suds all over her wet body when she realized that she was quivering with hot lust, shaking with desire.Randi held slippery soap-slick tits in her hands, rubbing her.