There hadn't been an usher at the Metro in decades, however it did afford me an added degree of privacy while I removed my street clothes and rummaged...through my bag for the various accoutrements I needed to play en femme. The walls behind and to the left of me were streaked with dried-on sperm, and a certain stickiness to he floor clung to the soles of my shoes. I quickly slipped out of my workaday appearance and into that of my femme alter ego. All the while, a steady trickle of men made. Even for Buzz's comic-strip mind, this seemed a little heavy under the circumstances. Who could be using Sylvia's bedroom?Very quietly, he turned the knob. He crept into the room. What he saw left him stunned. There were two naked young girls on the bed. The one with her back to him looked like Sylvia. Her hot, plump ass was swinging eagerly. She was squeezing the other girl's tits in her greedy fingers. The other girl was doing something to his daughter's pussy, if it was his daughter. Buzz. Her natural tits bounce hard. Her body jerks with pleasure, her arms trapped, wanting to react but restricted in movement. Her legs have their own mini orgasms, gyrating, wanting to close but also restricted in their movement.She sweats now, body glistening in the limited lighting. Her face is so relaxed, she's in pleasure town, off on another planet of pure bliss. Her eyes roll around, her vision is blurry, can't see straight. Her lips quiver with satisfaction. I pound my thick cock. She winced as her long dark hair followed the sweater off her head. She tossed it across the room to a waiting chair where it hung up on the arm. Her hair looked like she'd stuck her finger in a light socket making Leslie giggle. Julia straightened her hair and smiled trying not to look frazzled. She followed the sweater to the chair and sat down, bending forward to unclasp her bra.She reached up and flipped the clasp letting her breasts free. Leslie's heart raced as she saw Julia's nipples.