He took the call expecting it to be hissister Nat who was coming to see him next Wednesday and she had told himthat she would be confirming the time t...is afternoon. The voice comingfrom the mobile phone wasn't Nat but from someone with a definitemasculine voice. In his hazy state it took him a few seconds to realizewho the voice belonged to and when he did he almost dropped the phone,the voice was from someone he was dreading to speak to, the voice wasfrom Marc.Jeremy met Marc the first week of. We found that we were spending most of our time in these female bodies.It's not that we didn't like being men - we both did, very much. But the amazing, incredible sensations these bodies were giving us, well we just didn't have much pushing us to spend time in our guy's bodies, which we had been living in for more than 30 years!Both of us had taken leaves of absence from our jobs, deciding to live off of our ample inheritances for a while. It would be impossible to concentrate on work while. Granny replied, ‘Well go ahead and go check at the front desk Sweetie.’ ‘Aren’t you gonna go in Grams? I don’t have a credit card.’ ‘Did you forget I completely soaked my britches and that’s why we’re stopping?’ ‘Oh shit, oops I mean poop. Sorry Grams.’ ‘It’s ok Danny. I’ve heard the word before. And that’s nothing compared to having your sperm smeared across my face and shot Into my mouth, now is it?’ Danny turned beet red. ‘I’m really sorry about that Grams.’ Granny smiled and said ‘it’s. I opened my eyes and looked around the room but couldn't tell where it was coming from. I closed my eyes again and ran a finger across my lower lip. It trembled in response to the light touch. My pussy felt it too and my hand instinctively slid between my legs and I was playing with myself again. It didn't take long for me to cum - every part of my body was hyper-sensitive now. Peter's cartoon was alive and real and horny and it couldn't control itself.Peter took me to a party that night. He.