A non-romantic way. I cared for him. I protected him. I cooked and cleaned and nagged him and I was happiest then. I had my little dreams of being his...wife sometimes, of sleeping in his big bed with my arm over his stomach, listening to him snore softly. But there wasn't any sex in it. My mind wouldn't go there, see? It just wouldn't, and that seemed to be a strange, frustrating experience that I didn't understand."You let him touch you?" Debbie Tyler asked, sounding suitably shocked."Uh-huh!". "Eric's eyes widened as he stared at himself fully made up, with his newflawless complexion. He couldn't believe it was himself with huge blackthick lashes, thinly lined lids, and blended pink shadows. His formerunibrow was gone, replaced with two high arched ultra thin lines. Hislips were lined in a plum color and filled in with a twinkling pink lipgloss. His hair had now been parted on the right side, and slicked backtightly from his forehead to the crown, where it was blended into along dark. “Yes, but she, “ he nodded towards Margery, “said I should be here to help when you got in. She thought you might need warming up.” His tone was closer to insolence than Valerie would have liked but she let it go.“How thoughtful, Marge! You are such a slut. I don’t think I need him for that tonight though. All right then, Barry, help me undress then you can get me a drink. I need a scotch after today.”“Bad one?”“Oh, not so terrible,” Valerie stood while Barry unfastened her skirt. She stepped. “Oh my god, my beautiful little cocksucker,” Diana cried, cum working its way up her trembling shaft. “Christy darling, you’re making me feel so good!” Her voice cracked as she screamed. “Your baby sister is coming because of you!” Diana’s hips lunged forward with an awkward jerk.As Diana pumped her seed into Christy’s mouth, the older woman grunted and groaned. Then a glob of milky fluid blasted from Christy’s pussy. Her hips bucked, and she crashed to the floor in a heaving, gagging.