Somehow, as we had played, her form-fitting boy shorts had disappeared and I found the source of that intoxicating scent.Her lower lips were red and s...wollen. Where before she had a smooth, but pronounced mound with a visible, but not prominent crease, now she had a flower. It had swollen and opened itself, spreading wider until I could see the pinkness. Another set of lips was visible and, as I explored, fascinated, I found the opening that could only be ... all the words I knew were so. She giggled, and slid her leg up along mine, which opened her legs a little wider and allowed me easier access to her exposed – and extremely wet – pussy. “Nope,” she declared. “I haven’t all night.”I started breathing faster. I had been plenty turned on already, but this pushed me over some sort of edge. I could actually hear my own heartbeat. I wanted to… I don’t know what I wanted to do. It was almost like being angry, like I wanted to rip her body apart – only sexually. I was quite beyond. Standing in front of the mirror again he donned the wig,fussing with it until he felt happy and then stood back to review theeffect.John was amazed and pleased at the sight, just a few more additions andhis impulses would be satisfied. First footwear, the box provided someheavyweight knee length silk stockings and patent leather black 3" blockheeled shoes. With some difficulty because of the rigid cosetry John hadto sit in an old overstuffed armchair to pull up the stockings and trapthem under. I mean the three of you together. Fuck were you ever a sight then. What were their names?' 'Go to Hell.' 'Not yet. So tell me, do you like your boobs? Your fucking tits. Do you think your breasts are important to you?' 'Yes, of course they are. They're one of the best parts of my body. Of course they're important.' 'To put it correctly, you mean two of the best parts. Right? You wouldn't want to have just one jug. Right? Like one had been cut off? Amputated.' .