” His voice is as smooth as caramel making me wet. I turn in my seat without saying a word and press my lips to his I trace my tongue on his full li...s and love how he taste like vanilla and coffee. “What are you…?” “I’m just a dream.” I whisper as I lean in for another deeper kiss, this time with him kissing me back, soft gentle and strong. I reach down between his legs and feel his thick hard cock and I want it inside of me. I feel how hard he is getting in my hands as he reaches up under my. ? He injected estrogen into each buttock, noting the tender welts that Nurse had put there. Then he added a touch of testosterone, to hype her libido. ?Nurse, I prescribe hydrotherapy, vaginal irrigation.? Someone, Marti didn't know who, massaged her breasts while Nurse directed a stream of warm water at Marti's cunt. Sometimes the stream ran lengthwise, like a river running through a canyon, while other times the jet was aimed to penetrate and fill the vagina, and other times it. Marie never found any man among her people who could accept her strong personality or her witching ways. As for any white man who might accept her culture, her lifestyle, or her beliefs and abilities—it was simply unthinkable.They sat in companionable silence. Steve returned a soft squeeze when Marie's hand slipped into his, almost unconsciously. They gazed out across the valley, seeing the sprawling townsite with its multi-storied rough planked Main Street buildings, the terraced cabins under. Jim’s hand was now on my side, pulling me gently in closer to himself. My boobs were now pressing against him and there was no turning back. He pressed his lips to mine and that was all that it took for me to fold.A sudden and very familiar rush of excitement filled me, as Jim silently slipped his hand up under the edges of my top and felt for the snap to my bra. In an instant, I was both shirtless and braless, as Jim gently massaged my bare breasts, teasing and tweaking my hardened nipples.