Ozzy adjusted as well. Me, positioned on all fours, like a true bitch, seemed to prod him on even more. His pumping got faster, as did his breathing. ...is furry legs tightened on my waist. Sperm dripped out of my pussy, onto the rug. It started to feel so fucking good again. I could feel him getting even more excited, and the turned me on more. i whispered back quietly, "Fuck me, boy." and i angrily uttered to the darkness, "Fuck you, mommy."I don't quite remember what happened very well. I was. I'm going to take a nap. It's ok to watch TV. It won't bother me."She told the truth that she wouldn't be bothered by me seeing her body. She strips down to panties and a t-shirt with no bra for her nap. As I expected to see she has large boobs. She always fills out her tops. My stupid little alternate head says it likes that. I decide to take a walk to clear my mind and remove the visual stimulation. Sometimes I feel like I'm becoming more and more a man in my thoughts to go with what I. The cat-o-nine tails looks painful. He pushes the funnel into my mouth. ?Hold it? cap guy snarls. There is not much holding as it fits quite snug so long as I do not lean forward. With that he thrashes me across my breasts with the cat-o-nine tails, a yelp loudly and spit the funnel onto the floor. ?Pick it up? he smirks. ?How?? I ask. My hands are still strapped to my waste with little chance of escape. ?Use your teeth? he laughs. I lean forward, cum is still dribbling from my pussy and. Our up childhood was completely normal, despite an early habit of pretending to be the other. I’m not even sure our names our attached to the same body our parents intended. Not that it matters. I am me, she is she, we know the differences, and whether we are Tegan and Kirsten, or Kirsten and Tegan, it doesn’t matter. We are in our twenties now, both 5’4’’ 110 pounds, skinny with short dark hair and small elfin features. We aren’t completely identical of course, no one is I guess. Kirsten’s.