The perm oftoday was not going to be the end of my trip into femininity. The Summerwas just starting. Just as my girlishness was just starting. I had ...hefeeling that there were many, many more steps to come in my instructionin the womanly arts. Some, like the perm, would be new and thrilling,and some, like Max' description of his periods and tampon training,would be new and daunting. And possibly uncomfortable and embarrassing.I wondered what Mother would say to me about this sensitive subject. “sure,” cori replied. “i tried to get juan to fuck me on the pool table, but he wouldn’t go for it.”“that bad, huh?” dan smiled.“that horny.” cori giggled.Taking her by the hand, dan led his nude wife from the bar into the dimly lit party room. As the door closed behind them, they stood to the side to allow their eyes to become accustomed to the difference in lighting. Dan nudged cori and pointed out the swing, which was suspended from a large a-frame over in one corner. A groan drew their. She got near the bed where Kevin was playing like he hadn't heard a thing, then removed her clothes for the night and jumped into bed on the other side. They both laid there without a word, her thinking Kevin was still sleeping. This went on about 10 minutes when Kevin felt her moving around as though she was getting out of bed. All the sudden Kevin could smell liquor emminating from her like some street corner hooker. Next thing Kevin knew he was getting a full smell of her intoxicated being. I watched as they took turns, each trying to hold back but before long loosing their loads with a groan or a grunt of climaxing bliss. The fact that I wasn't taking turns fucking her was building a certain level of sexual tension in me as I watched them start on getting thirds with her. I was saying under my breath "Yea, you fuck her, fuck her real good" to the guys and "You little fuck slut, you just enjoy letting them fuck you don't you?" to my willing wife. With the costume, makeup, and ears.