If you like Winter sports, those are perfect places to work and recreate.’ He laughed. ‘You could ski to work and then turn around and ski home to...your wife and children.’ Again, thought Michael, here we go with more pressure to marry, have children, and buy a house. ‘Yes,’ McCarthy furrowed his brow, ‘Especially for someone young and with a bright future, as you do, change is a good thing.’ He continued. ‘Why, when I was about your age…before the war…back then…you were lucky to have a. Only now I had my mouth filled with a huge wide plastic cock, covered with the lube and my own pussy juices. This was so disgusting.Crack. Crack.I started to lose count. I was dazed, I was in a mess of self-loathing, disgust, and pain. I suppose it ended. At least the punishment did. I relaxed a little. I didn't know whether to take my mouth off the dildo. I thought it safer to keep it on.I then felt a coolness, a finger... ahhh... lubricant... at my hole. And then some more. "Yes, slut, these. .”I rubbed at her clit, and getting bolder, slipped my middle finger inside of her to join the index. It was a tight fit, but her reaction told me that I was doing exactly what she needed.“I can’t ... I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she whispered. Her grip on my arm grew more and more urgent as if my fingers and arm were becoming more and more a part of her and they couldn’t leave. Her moans although quiet, were growing louder, and the smell of her pussy was becoming all the more evident and. Boy did I feel great!Next I pretended I was going out to dinner, so I went to mom's closetand got her black dress with the beaded top and sheer sleeves withmatching jacket. I also got a pair of her 3" heels, they look likeglass open toes slingback's with ankle strap. I found a blonde wig thatI wore. When I looked into the mirror and saw a pretty woman. That dayI did all my house work in that outfit. When I looked like a woman I dowomanly things so the house was neat as a pin.Then one day I when.