"Perfect!" she crowed. "Now, punish me most severely for all my bad deeds, and sour comments!"Pinocchio punished her indeed. He poked and prodded and ...he flopped and wailed, her old body flapping like a rag in the wind.When Pinocchio felt the sap beginning to flow, he didn't fight it at all. He relished in the soothing stuff as it flowed, in great spurts, into the crone's shaking belly.The woman was much too old to bear children, so the magical sap looked for something else it could. . wouldn't you agree?" I shook my head yes, silently. "But since he's not going to be here tonight, we'll need a little assistance in our room." My ears perked. My eyes went wide. What did she have in mind?"I have a few... concessions for you to agree to though. You can sleep with us tonight... but don't get used to this. First of all, it's a one night thing and you can't tell my husband, okay?" I shook my head yes eagerly."Second, your little Heather's body... her pussy and her ass,. She asked me what I thought of her. Not sure what she meant - actually the booze started talking - I said she was a cutie and that her boyfriend was a jackass. She said that was sweet and gave me a hug. I could feel the fullness of her boobs and secretly hoped there would be more. I wouldn't have long to wait. I gave her a kiss and she practically inhaled my tongue. She then whispered that she always wanted to try some black dick. Feeling bold, I said she could check mine out. With that, she. Then she started crying because she had to go downstairs for the contest but really preferred to play with me up there in her room. She promised me that after the show she and I could have the whole night. Instead, of course, I ended up sitting in the audience next to another lady boy who before the evening was over had gotten me off in the men’s room. Another time in Minneapolis I decided to seek out a little stick-pussy and met a trans outside a huge gay club on Hennepin Ave. I invited her to.