After the first few, he had to use his finger to rub some soothing gel around the inside of his vagina between rounds, to keep from drying out too muc....Once the discussion got beyond brands and varieties, it moved on to childhood toys. It seemed more than a little bizarre to him, talking about some of the things he played with and some of those he would have played with, while standing by the toilet, pushing things into himself and pulling them out again.At least those lessons didn't come with. As his daughter knelt behind him, Larry pulled his cock from Paulina's mouth. Tears and makeup streaked down the girl's cheeks, making her look like a used whore. Larry smiled and stroked his cock twice before erupting in orgasm. His jizz spurted out, landing on her face, tits, and in her hair. "Kneel next to Laney", he said and then turned to face his daughter, confident that Paulina would obey. Obey she did and, within moments, he had two teenage girls kneeling before him. "Good little sex. I keep forgetting, unless I see my body, I still think in terms of a man. I have constantly failed to recognise the fact that I am more or less a woman, not a man who has changed to a woman and has got used to the changes that the hormones have brought about. I have had three or four days, and acclimation is not something that happens overnight."How are you doing?" she asked me."Pretty shaky, I have to say. I feel such a plonker. I got a bit battered and bruised and now I feel scared of my own. There was no remaining muskiness, nor salty tang to remind one of her long labors. The perfume of mom’s scented body-wash was just detectable if my nose sniffed in her gossamer locks. But her liberal lust juices had only a faint hint of the flavor of femininity. Other gals that I had gleefully licked and lashed with my tongue were more strongly sweet/pungent in a pleasant way. Mother’s lubricant was just as slippery but light as in a virgin olive oil, though clear colored and certainly not.