By the time I were done with my shower Sara had come back. Mike was a gentleman in everything he did. Not the typical open the car door or pull up you... chair at the table. He did those things but I paid no attention to that. It was clear things. He had long black hair. Soft to the touch and shined when light hit it. He was tall almost like the pine trees along the road, high cheek bones those of an indian and the muscle mass to define he was a man indeed. His eyes were unsophisticated and yet. By the time Tracey had put on her wig only her toes and what she hadbetween her legs looked masculine. So I had her tape up her penis betweenher legs and put on her panties and fishnet pantyhose.I said, "Let's play mistress and servant."I brought out a French maids uniform I had bought myself and zipped herinto it. Although I was dressing her, normally the maid's role, theMaid's uniform she was now wearing made clear who the servant was going tobe.I had her wearing her knee length boots and. Softly heinserted his penis in to her anus. Her sphincter took time to engulf his entirecock. Then he pushed it further and soon the pace increased rhythmically.Walnut changed places with Vogel. He was masturbating heavily with his tinycock. He came instantly on her lips. Nancy was stunned for a moment. Despitehis penis size, he had produced an awful lot of warm cum. He spreads it on herfull brown lips. "Mothernature's lip gloss!" he exclaimed. "She'ssupposed to swallow it, stupid. Can't you. George passed, insisting on somethingmore unisex. He wore sweats and, for variety, gym shorts. For modesty'ssake, he added one of Ellen's white cotton camisoles.They had both had changed and grown during their forced separation. Theybared their souls and opened up about all the things they had experienced.They discussed their triumphs and failures even their calamity of dateswith men. George grudgingly laid out the nauseating details aboutHeather's dinner date. Ellen confessed that, with.