Trish whispered that Lacey was doing really well, and to try and slide her tongue inside to taste her.Lacey was uncertain, but also inquisitive about ...what Trish tasted like deeper within. Lacey had never tasted another girl's juices, although she enjoyed the taste of her own on her fingers after she masturbated sometimes. It was erotic and a little intoxicating; the taste, the smell, the feel of that slight wickedness of tasting yourself as you orgasm.Lacey's body was reacting to the feeling of. And Pam liked using the strapon that we had found buried in Mom's closet last weekend. It apparently wasn't the only thing Mom had buried. It would never have occurred to me, and perhaps not even to her, that she would have been that responsive, that willing to lose control of herself. By the end of Saturday afternoon, her hair matted with sweat, her muscles tired from her earlier effort, she was still screaming at Pam to fuck her harder, faster, more, more, more.Dividing the girls into those. But if I'm stuck in this form, I better get used to how to do stuff.Makeup is essential to being a woman, doing your hair right, that sort of stuff. Didn't have much to practice with. And it was kind of fun learning some of the ropes.* * * * *ThursdayStill Maria today. My sexy body didn't change at all, in fact. Don't know if I'm sad or happy about that.It was really hard not to rub myself today. Still caught myself doing that when I wasn't watching myself. Damn female orgasm is pretty sexy.. HE never even touched her and never said a word! Now I was wondering just how much Mikey had ‘learned’ during our intense session! Everyone else too, for that matter.Bob, Greg and Linda were wondering the same thing, also looking at me, dumbfounded. Suddenly, Greg looked like he was seven feet tall. Oh, wow, he was floating a foot in the air!“Down boy! We’ve gotta find some secluded spot and check this out.”Greg landed, staggering slightly, “YES! YES! I can do it! Wow, I wonder if I can move.