“Has it got you so horny that you can’t control yourself?” she asked. I nodded, breathing hard “Well then perhaps we should get you one of th...se chastity belts that would prevent you from cumming. Well, I need to cum, eat me now. And no touching yourself, that women obviously controlled her husband and I want to do the same to you if you will allow me.”I spent the next half hour between her legs as she continued to watch videos until she pushed me off exhausted. She had came over and over,. But all the memories of growing up here seem to belong to another person, a person who had ceased to exist almost a decade ago. It is hard to face the past when your own face has changed. All those past memories belong to a once confused young man named Jeffrey Thomas, but the face looking back in the mirror tonight is that of an attractive, if I may say so myself, middle aged woman named Tracy Summers. It was on a surgeon's table in Colorado back in July of 1990 that Tracy was born and. As dawn approached, my sleep got lighter and my dreams more intense. I could almost feel your hands on my breasts. My nipples were swelling; I could tell that even while mostly unconscious. They felt squeezed, manipulated, they were definitely aroused. I started feeling neurotic messages surging throughout my body and being. The whispy hairs on the back of my neck, on my forearms and near my pelvis stood on end. Then I heard the moan. "My God," I thought as I struggled to gain the ability to. "I assume you’re OK with your husband fucking me," I said, ensuring Colin heard. Wendy replied loudly, "Candy, the way I feel at the moment I absolutely insist on it." He came onto the sofa and sat between us with an arm around each of us pulling us tight against his lean fit body. Our breasts were squashed against his chest and he kissed us tenderly in turn as we ran our hands down his torso until we were fondling the bulge in his underpants. I slipped his cock out, stroked it and visualised.