Not so that early morning, the sexual fog residue put me right out of it again. I closed my eyes at 3:30AM, then opened them again at 8AM.When I awoke...the sun was not shining, and all was not right with the world. It was a dreary day, which put me in a dreary mood. In my case a dreary mood manifests itself as aggression. I might have been in an aggressive mood, but I wasn't pure evil. I decided to let Jen sleep until 10AM at least.While I waited I fixed myself an egg sandwich which was every. I grabbed the lube and rubbed it all over his hard throbbing cock. I got on my hands and knees on the bed.I flipped that bridal train over my ass as I said, ”Fuck me in my ass.”Keith squirted more lube on my ass. He ran a finger in and out coating the inside as well. Keith got behind me and rubbed just the head of his cock against the puckering hole of my asshole. ”Let me know if it hurts and I will stop,” Keith said as he pressed the head of his cock to my asshole.My asshole seemed to open. She readily agreed and promised to make usinto the two most beautiful women in the restaurant.Mommy had spent the last four days asking me questions I had no idea howto answer about my future life working as a t-girl prostitute. She wantedto know how many men I would service in a day, what they would want to dowith me, if I would just see other sissies or if there any element ofdomination or submission. The way she talked about it was almost as ifshe was more excited about her son becoming a. Hair also never seemed to be an issue, despite your mixed South Asian heritage, and Stacy always complained how such smooth, dark skin was wasted on a guy.Your bodies were so similar that Stacy would often borrow your clothes, and one time she convinced you to try on one of her dresses for fun. You never did that again…because you were embarrassed at how well they fit- not tight, but snug enough to hug your body in all the “wrong” places.“Alright, lets head in” I said, as we began walking to.