That was more like it. I nodded readily and she bounced the ball toward the key.“Guest goes first,” she grinned.I bounced the ball back to her wor...lessly and she pumped it right back at me.Predictably, I dribbled to my right and she was all over me once again, putting the pressure on from the start. I backed into her a bit to keep her hands away from the ball and slowly backed my way toward the hoop. As we got closer to the garage door, I faked back to my right and she bit hard. I swung back to. " It was so real Missy. I was forced to be a woman. I couldn't escape.Nobody would help me. I was being forced to roll over and.....," hehesitated and then looked at Missy."Really?" she said getting the idea. "With your dream husband? Should Ibe jealous? What was he like?" she said grinning like they were having agirly gossip session.Martin looked away. That was something he wished had not been inferred atall.Missy laughed, and then smiled a warm smile, "Well you are safe here withme baby," she. I took the guys to the shoe area. Mum and Pam were panting at the volume of shoes. I did not repeat my joke, however Bridget did. Mum and Pam looked at me with horror. Dad laughed loud. Then Mum remembered the missing clothing. And stated we need to get underwear. Us three men stated, ‘that’s not necessary.’ We were quickly bundled out of the room. I kissed Bridget who remarked “Thanks for not joking around, We will see you in a few hours. Go and show the guys the garage.I took the guys to the. "Oh, yes," she heard--encouragement accrued from all mouths in the room.Vern dug all the way in and could see the vaginal walls clearly. She could smell the fragrances, and feel the slimy texture of wet, hot womanhood. She could sense Cecile's ultimate pleasure as her temperature was heightened to stratospheric pro portions. Embroiled in rising passion, the two women were aware at any second their homo action could be made hetero action an exciting prospect, a prospect they wished to.