She gagged and pulled back,as I released my grip. Her mouth over flowing with saliva and throat slime as she gag. "Holy fuck. No way No fucking way." ...he said to her self, looking over my big sloppy wet cock in her little hands.She stood up her hands running up her thighs catching the bottom of her dress and pulling it up over her head in one motion. She threw it to the floor, now standing there in only some sexy heels. I sit back admiring the view stroking my messy cock. She was turned on I. She felt her face get hot as shame claimed some of her blood supply. “Forgive me. I guess I’m just not used to dealing with...” She stopped and looked away, flushing harder.“I’ll do the dishes,” said Agatha. “We can find something else later.”Mirriam turned around, her face still dark.“Done,” she said.As it turned out, Agatha found plenty of things to do that morning. She was used to cleaning, so she simply thought about the things she did at home and did them here. She was cleaning the blinds. I have breasts, long hair and my fingernails are painted red, but I am a boy. Chris over there is my wife."Peter's eyes opened wide. He couldn't believe I was a male. He looked at my T-shirt and saw the outline of my bra, then at my tight fitting jeans and finally at my high heel shoes. I looked like a woman. I didn't tell him about the police officer calling me sir; I was still legally a male."So, won't you tell me?" I asked, gently."I have, had a twin sister, she died last year. Anyway ever. "I couldn't believe my ears, but knew it would of been a lot worst if my favorite had seen. I wanted the punishment over before he got home and could see me. Mom didn't say a word all the wall there.Getting out of the car, I tried to keep my balance as I moved in the heels. When we got into the mall I notice that the shoe store across from Waldenbooks was gone. In its place was a sign saying SPELLS R US. "Is there a Fictionmania convention in town." I thought as I told mom I'd join her in a.