She was rewarded with envious expressions on their faces."What time?" 7:30," Angie said. Then she thought for a moment. "No, better make it 8."Brad st...died her face. "Not 7:30. 8."That afternoon, after school, Angie went straight home and went to her bedroom and laid on her bed and began to worry about what she had done. What if Brad found out about what she and Doug were doing? He'd probably tell and then she'd be in a mess. Her mother would die from the shock. It was dangerous to let him. I still hadn’t cum, but my orgasm wasn’t important right now. My wife was. Still inside her, I lifted her body as I walked us out of the hot tub. I dried us both off, and lay us both down on the bed. I continued our love making, thrusting into her again and again, slowly, but deeply. She felt the love, and was in almost a perpetual orgasm. I continually whispered “I love you,” into her ear, wanting her to know the depths of my feelings for her. Finally, my orgasm overtook me, as I emptied my. He whispered that he liked oral sex more than anything and wanted to eat my pussy right there on the plane. I told him that I didn’t know if we could manage that but I’d sure like to try.We were sitting in a row of three seats so he just leaned over and his head dove under the blanket as I lifted my skirt up to my waist. I scooted down on the seat and raised one leg so he could get a better taste. His tongue opened up my lips and made little circles around my very hard pearl. I wanted him. I'm glad the drink made me bisexual."Yes Tim, you're hear because you want to be a man again. I can do thatfor you sweetie. But are you sure you want to?" She asked.I had to think about that one for a second. The last few days have been awild ride, and I've gotten laid more times as a woman than I ever had as aman.Ultimately, I missed being myself."I'm sure. Make me a man again!" I pleaded to her."I'll mix up a drink that'll make you a man again," said the bustybartender. "But the change won't.