He ran his hands up and down her sides, caressing her nipples on the way down. Her breath slowing, her hands exploring him at the same time. As he ki...ssed her, tasting her raspberry lip gloss, his hands slid into her shorts. He could feel the smallest amount of soft hair, and lower her soft lips, moist with anticipation. Slowly, he lowered her so that she was sitting on the bench. Grabbing her shorts and panties, he pulled them off excitedly. "Wow," he thought to himself. A small strip of. He screamed, "A demon has took my holy member!"I decided he should be quiet, so I twisted his neck so hard, he just fell limp and shook like a fish out of water. Not dead, but it seemed he would be soon.I felt my body literally grow to the size of a full-grown man. The only difference was I had the strength of many men, unlike before, when I was alive. I had to save Franco, so I decided not to wait. I ran towards the Tower with vengeance in my soul. I approached the Tower and stopped at the. Stan asked, “What your husband would think of me and my wife fucking you?” I came. I love that and I don't know why, but when I'm made to feel like I'm cheating or dirty, it makes me cum. I didn't even have time to say no when Stan entered my ass. It hurt. Some lotion and my juices were the only lube involved. He didn't last long before he came again and Cindy helped clean me up as I got her off. I was exhausted and wanted to go home, but Tom wasn't done with me. He got Stan to steer and picked. Since the beard made the use of makeup rather unnecessary I had never experimented with it before. I can only try to describe the warm glow as I sat there, dressed in my favorite bra and best blouse while my wife curled my hair, painted my face and generally worked me over. There was a deep, warm glow to simply sit there and be fussed over, an intensely pleasurable feeling that every man should know. In a sense this was the culmination of the feelings that make me dress, and to be totally.