With a little talking and a lot of encouragement, she convinced me to embrace my feminine side and give it a name. I picked Sarah. Once the name was p...cked, Molly took to calling me Sarah whenever I was dressed, which was becoming more and more. I never dressed in public, and Molly understood that, but she increasingly wanted me to become Sarah when we were at home. She taught me how to put on make-up and encouraged me start growing my already shaggy hair out so that she could play hairdresser. My next story has quite a few different facets that I hope you will enjoy.It starts with one of my visits to service my girlfriends mother one rainy Wednesday afternoon, we were relaxing after the first frenzied session and were sitting up on the bed, we were both naked and she was sitting on my cock rocking gently, I was laying half sitting propped up by pillows, I was toying with her nipples which were hard and her aureoles were puckered and tight, she was playing with the hairs on my chest. O’Donnell, you should absolutely do something about that…’ Chapter 14 If he’d had the time to think, he would have been terrified. ‘Performance anxiety’ wouldn’t have even begun to describe it. He would have seized up, like an actor who’s forgotten his lines on stage in front of a crowded audience of theatregoers. Later, the flagellation would have begun. He would have kicked himself for being a failure when it mattered the most, then for good measure he would have kicked himself for kicking. She was grunting, and cumming, and moaning, and I looked down and watched as a ring of brown poo exited her ass, molded around the shaft of my hard cock. It grew, and soon was all over my groin and my balls. Suddenly she screamed for me to fuck her ass and cream in her shit, and I laid it to her. I only lasted about 30 seconds and then I was pumping my load right into her hot butt fudge. This was the most excellent orgasm in my life, and the sight, the smell, and the feeling drove me over.