She gathered the loose scrotum inher fingers, pulled the wrinkled flesh gently, turned it in her fingers.The skin was surprisingly soft, she thought--...nd, like the penis--odd.Male genitals, though not unattractive, were alien to her; after all,she was a girl--or had been, until a few minutes ago. She supposed thather pussy would seem as strange to a boy who suddenly came intopossession of one of his own as the cock and balls she'd recently cometo own seemed to her.As Buffy handled her cock and. I was panicking a little, nervous she knew I had been watching her. She didnt seem to have an answer to my response, so I carried on tidying, reaching, stretching and bending down in an attempt to reveal myself to her at every opportunity, frustratingly she didnt seem to take any notice! Feeling thoroughly disheartened that my plan had not worked, I disappeared into the second bedroom to dust and vacuum. By the time I had finished, turning the machine off I realised she was in the bathroom. As if there was something flowing through my very being, some orgasmic bliss dominated my dreams. I don't know when it started, but I didn't want to it stop.I couldn't place why, but for some reason I felt cold... wet. This feeling soon distracted me. I... This must be a dream. My eyes fluttered open through the usually tired fog and what welcomed me was a sight I'll never forget. My bedding was wet, completely soaked through. It was only after lifting the duvet that I discovered why... far. Closing the door and drawing off her cloak in efficientmotions, she established herself as the one in charge. Not that he one moment forgot that fact. From themoment he caught a glimpse of what was beneath her darkdrape, he knew that he had met his match, and more so.She was dressed in flawless, shining patent leather,but only over her waist and torso. Mistress Villiareveled in the lust she produced by leaving her amplebreasts and shaven pussy bare. She was corseted in the shiny leather, her.