I kept watching as a fraction of an inch disappeared into me. I know it’s cliché, but, it hurt so fucking good! . He slid in about the same length ...s he was in my pussy when he started to back out.Holy fucking shit. This was an anal orgasmic moment. Stretching my ass. Pulling out my ass to the point of prolapsing was climatic. My body, mainly my asshole, didn’t know what was going on. I was so glad I took care of my private business that day. Then, my beefy brother stopped and headed back in.. Without that arousal it derives from its effeminacy and the girlie sensations of its pretty girlie clothes, it feels ashamed and filled with self-loathing. For, at the most, a few short hours it is able to delude itself, again, that it is a regular boy. But it’s not. The urge to dress up in stockings, pretty lingerie, high heels, skirts and to paint its face and nails will be back soon enough - as will that urge to masturbate. An experienced sissy owner knows this repetitive cycle and. You dont have to honor it. I said, I will always be your friend. Andrea gave me a big hug and cried on my shoulder and said Thank you. Life continued as normal for the next several months. We were getting ready to graduate and Andrea was accepted into Stanford while I had decided to join the US Navy. Prom was just around the corner and I was going stag while Andrea was going with her boy friend. Three nights before the prom I got a call from a hysterical Andrea. He dumped me, that fucker dumped. Trina’s right nipple was the happy victim of Cat’s nimble fingers.As she moved to the other breast, Cat declared, “Trina, I love your tits!”'Boobs is a bad word but tits is okay?' Trina thought bemusedly before she decided to fore go rational thought.After teasing Trina’s right mound, the younger girl moved down. Parting Trina’s thighs, Cat began to lap at Trina’s lower lips like a… Well, like a cat. Long, wet swipes of her tongue over and occasionally between Trina’s labia. And every upstroke.