Aren?t you glad you were out of time outs???Those don?t do me any good, Ma?am,? I said. ?If I call a time out, youjust come up with something else. Li...e the other day, when I wouldn?tkiss that woman at the bar. You made me kiss three men.?She laughed. ?Yeah, I?m a bitch, aren?t I.??Darcy...why are you so ...mean ... to me???Oh, Becky, is that what you think? Really? Tell me, Look, real sissiesdon?t have time outs. They have to do it all, The first time. Everytime. It doesn?t matter if Mistress. Well this weekend my wife was out of town and she invited me over, only this time Mike (husband) was home, they are both in their late 40's, Mike might be 50, but great shape. So I was hoping this wasn't the meeting where Mike says he doesn't want me fucking his wife anymore! ha But as it turned out, he wanted to watch the show, if I was ok. I told him it would be fine with me. So we began as we usually do, some heavy kissing as we undressed each other, Mike took up a position in the chair in. I had never had a dream like this before, but maybe itwas possible. I tried to pinch myself, but no difference.It occurred to me that if I wasn't dreaming, I was in trouble. Could Itell anyone I wasn't this girl? Who would believe me? And even if by somemiracle someone believed me, what could they do? I somehow doubt anybodyknows how to do a soul transplant.For that matter, I wasn't sure where my real body was. If my soul was inher body, was she in mine? Or is my body in the morgue?I decided I. I continued her anal tongue fuck and her clitoral shiatsu for a couple minutes, amidst her animal squawks, and urged her to orgasm. The time was near.A loud “Oh fuck…” was all she said before blasting off, power washing the wall, the carpet and my hand with her liquid sex. That’s what I’d been waiting for.I stood up and leaned against her, kissed her neck and took off my belt and dropped my drawers.“What are you doing?” she asked.“I’m going to fuck you up your beautiful ass!” I whispered into.