.. last night." Her eyes were huge when she asked me to either screw her brains out, or sleep naked with two gorgeous women and pretend to be a eunuch...I was back where I was the first night I slept with Constance. I was the guy attending a platonic sleepover ... and that guy never got laid.Coward that I am, I caved in immediately and kissed her tears away, saying, "Of course I will respect your wishes. You are completely in control of your body. Not me, and you don't need to ask for permission. "Oh, no! I am filthy! Oh, shit!"The boy looked at the now muddy bedclothes and bit his lower lip."Well, I just have to tell Helen that I will wash everything for her. She took me into her home, gave me a bed and food. I need to thank her properly. My mother may be mad, but she did raise her son to have proper manners. I just wish..."A soft tap at the door interrupted his quiet musing."Yes? Come in."The door latch jiggled for a moment and then the door banged open, swinging so quickly that it. When she pulls away, her hand isn’t up the young woman’s anus anymore. Instead, it’s holding a small packet full of suspicious-looking powder and pills, covered with body-juice and lube. Agnes, or whoever that girl is called, is about to get fucked a whole new way.Chapter 2Mixed prisons seemed like a great idea when Agnes heard about them in the news. A step forward towards gender equality and trans rights. That’s what was said and it seemed to make sense at the time. Now, well… Now Agnes is a. Should take care of this now while you go make dinner." His thoughts were not on dinner, they were of taking care of his hard-on. He wanted her lying across his lap on top of his cock while he spanked her was exciting him even more. His wife went to the kitchen and the rattling of pots and pans began behind him."Come her girl right now," he sternly commanded her. Her breasts swayed back and forth, as she slowly walked toward him, several buttons came undone. Her cleavage astounded him. She.