"Put some on me," Marnie told her, taking Holly's hand and filling it with hot lubricant.Holly pushed her hand down and cupped Marnie's cunt (God, Hol...y loved that word!). Holly both lubricated and massaged Marnie's cunt, sliding the very slippery gel into every fold and crevice.Holly's finger's found Marnie's opening and slid inside of her. The warm gel felt so sexy as it made Marnie's cunt slimy and inviting.Marnie oiled the dildo and slid it into Holly's pussy. She moaned as the rather large. I knew I could pass femininely. I looked at the young lady and justraised my eyebrows as is to say, "Can I help you."The reply from the brunette was "Hi, My name is Susan and the agency sentme to meet with Jim (my male name). He made an appointment." I started tolaugh and said (in my male voice), "I am Jim but I go by Vicky whendressed."Susan smiled and I saw her eyes go up and down my appearance. Her smilegave me a sign of approval. I opened the screen door and stood to theside to let her in.. She knew he had a crush on her and she enjoyed standing on the pedals every now and then so he could see the womanly shape of her behind under her school uniform.His mother had written him in a letter that young Bettina had been hospitalized when her legs were crushed by a roof when her building collapsed in an air raid. It seemed horribly unfair to him that a girl with legs as beautiful as young Bettina's had to suffer such an indignity. It never bothered him to see the twisted bodies of young. Trisha got out of bed and made her way to the shower.In the shower, as her hands soaped up her body, Trisha smiled as she remembered Mark's touch. She could almost imagine him there, with her, touching her just like he had done the night before. The more she recounted her relationship with Mark, the more she began to feel like Ebenezer Scrooge. She was happy; through every bone and nerve ending in her body, she was happy. However, she knew that she didn't have a right to be. And, she wouldn't.