Honestly, she might not have even understood him with his strong country accent. She had trouble understanding anyone speaking english with any accent... as English wasn’t her first language. It was depressing knowing that she didn’t really know what he was saying and just doing as he asked. Every time she licked upwards his massive dick twitched. I swear I could hear it throb when it did too. After a bit she moved on to his other ball, his hairs getting in her face and in her mouth. He then. Everyone does it. It just looks better. come on I'll help you". She took my hand and pulled me with her into the bathroom. She instructed me to get in the shower and wet my skin. She grabbed her shaving cream and 'venus' razor before joining me. "Look, its easy", she proclaimed as she lathered up one of my legs with cream and gently shaved the hair from my ankle all the way up to my groin. "Okay, now you try with the other leg". Without any real thought, let alone resistance, I followed her. "The hell..." you grunt with your efforts. Pulling on the long curly hairprovides the same result, you yank and pull, but all you get is a sharppain on your head. Somehow, the hat and wig have been stuck to your headwith something way stronger than you are.Mashing your hands into the fur collar, you rip and pull, only to feelthe same clinging sensation all around your neck and chest. Ripping andpulling at the poofy skirt is the same, everything is attached to yourbody with some sort of adhesive. I loved knowing that I was so completely identified with real girls. I felt complete.I asked her what I should do next. She told me to just do what I wanted to do.I was a bit taken aback at that kind of reaction, because it indicated to me that she thought that I was an effeminate with out having her influence inside of me. But I could also not deny that I was dressed as a girl, I was kneeling in front of a guy, and I did have his cock inside of my mouth. Not only that, but I also admitted that.