Anything that I did with Margret was enjoyable.However, Margret was more excited over my cross dressing than anythingelse we had done, and she was in ...eaven for that entire weekend. Notonly did I have the best (and the most) sex of my life that weekend, butduring what little time we weren't in bed, Margret was more attentive tome than ever before. She constantly complimented me, physically handledme, put her arm over my shoulder when we watched a movie... she treatedme the way a man treats a. Jessies husband and I were firmly fucking Jessie like she had never experienced before as we held her in place. The pleasure intensified to first match and eventually exceed my wild expectations as I began to thrust harder and harder into Jessies pussy. I increased my speed, forcing her husband to keep up the pace in her ass. We both pumped back and forth into the same bitch, sawing in and out of her. I could hear her husband grunting beneath her and realized I was groaning myself as Jessie. ..thing.Hello. You mayhave heardabout me. My name is Chris Griffin, and not much is known about me. I'm mainly considered a "space occupier", among other things, but that's only because everyone's too busypaying attention to either Brian, Stewie or Peter. There's a lot more to me than what is seen on the surface.As you mayalreadyknow, I love to paint. It's my passion, really, art is. I nearly became the famous artist'Christobel', but that bastard Antonio Monatti tried to turn me into something. ”Her mother put her can down and flicked the ash from her cigarette into the empty breakfast bowl in front of her. Wendy looked at the residue of cereal and milk in the bottom. Her mother had finished off both the milk and cereal.With no discernible response from her mother, Wendy repeated herself. “Mum, there’s no food...”Her mother waved the cigarette dismissively “I’ll pick up something later.”It was the first day of term after the summer holidays. The uniform she wore, was a cast-off from.