A dildo or vibrator won’t cut it.” “But I don’t want just any guy! I have to know him well first. What should I do?” She now laid straight b...ck on my bed and stared up to the ceiling with her arms over her head as if deep in thought. Her shirt clung to every inch of her body and she was lying in such a way that her pink panties were the center of attention. All I could think of was what was under that little piece of pink cotton and what I could do to it. Nature took over and my cock stood at. No signof waking up. She started to feel super happy. Seeing the pictures at hermake up table she realized that it might be not only her and herapartment that changed. Maybe the whole world changed, maybe the mistakethat she was born a boy was fixed? She her purse. And got curios. Sheforgot about the coffee and got her purse and peeked inside. She found awallet which contained debit cards and an ID. She took everything out andlooked closely. There it was her Name. Last name and Birthday, still. Nun packte ich meine Frau und legte sie auf den weichen Wohnzimmerteppich. Ich kniete mich oberhalb ihres Kopfes hin und nahm ihre beiden Beine hoch, sodass sie Dirk ihre geile, über und über nasse Möse entgegenstreckte. Nimm sie dir, sagte ich zu ihm, aber sei vorsichtig mit deinem riesigen Penis. Er setzt seine Eichel, die viel heller als sein Schwanz war, langsam beim pochenden Fickloch meiner Frau an. Komm zu mir, sagte sie und er schob ihr seinen Prügel hinein. Zuerst eher langsam, aber. Instead she wore a beautiful pair of pink lace ‘boy shorts’ panties which accentuated her hips and matched her nail polish, and her lipstick… which almost matched the natural color of her nipples when a flash of them was revealed as she moved for him. There she stood before him… her blouse unbuttoned, her lace panties and her suede boots. Continuing to hum her song for him, she moved around the room, turning off the bright lights and dimming the rest. She wanted the mood to be perfect for him.