Inside the apartment, Joan tried to keep Fawn there for a while. "Have you been playing tennis?" she asked."Oh, no," Fawn replied. "I don't play tenni.... I just think the skirts are pretty, so I wear them every chance I get." Coffee?" Joan asked, hoping."That would be nice," Fawn smiled at the older woman.Fawn leaned against the sink in the kitchen, crossing her feet. There was something appealing about this casual position that caused Joan to shiver with desire as she turned the automatic. They were talking about the weekend NFL games and as I read my paper their voices would sometimes intrude on my concentration. Then there was a change in the tone of the conversation and I heard, "So, did you get any of Vivian's pussy at the party Saturday?" Yeah, but I wish that I could get there first for a change. She's good pussy and a great fuck, but sloppy thirds and fourths get old after a while." Hey, don't feel bad. The last time Lance went out of town and she came to the party alone I. Anything that could help remindmyself that I was a man was removed from our apartment. My closet wasfull of dresses, skirts, blouses and tight sweaters. My dresser was fullof panties, bras, chemises, and teddies. I had only heeled shoes to wearand the shortest of those was three inches. My irish spring had beenreplaced by a flowery body wash and a bar of dove soap. My hair gel wasreplaced with all kinds of hair products.When Calvin thought it was appropriate he took me to the surgeon. . She floated to the edge near him, reached out and cupped his balls and cock. "Too bad you are so dirty," she said. "Don’t touch anything!" she commanded and lowered her mouth over his hardness. She sucked and stroked for a bit, then said, "You made me cum twice already, don't I owe you one?" She attacked his cock with vigor then, licking and stroking and teasing. His legs began to shake, and she took him deep as he came hard in her mouth. She slowed to just the right speed as his cock.