She glanced at Rachael’s lips, they weren’t as full as Sandee’s, but she opted not to compliment how pretty they were.There was another awkward ...silence. “Care to sit?” Sandee suggested. Rachael nodded and they sat on the couch, waiting for sandwiches that were taking longer than expected to arrive.Sandee glanced at Rachael’s modest chest; her tits weren’t as big as Sandee’s medium sized orbs. Sandee also noticed what looked like a tattoo, creeping its way onto her chest, near her. I wasquickly learning that fact. This room would be verification.I could tell that Mother greatly enjoyed directly the building anddecorating of my new rooms. She would take special delight in explainingto me the joys and torments I would have in these rooms after the WOT(Week Of Transformation). Even though I am still outwardly a male, myinner femininity is really being brought out by Mother's attentions andinstructions. Sometimes I even find myself looking forward longingly tothat WOT so that. One man was kneeling fucking her cunt. Another man was mounted over her with his hands holding her ample tits together to form a place for his cock. Still another man was face fucking her with his cock as he was standing over her face. It was wild to watch the three of them use her. Since she was helping hold her tits for the tit fucking, she was obviously in favor of what was happening. The guy in her mouth shot his load into her mouth and she swallowed everything. The guy in her cunt shot his. With my hand between your legs I can feel you, how hot you are and the dampness that has soaked through the material. I slowly trace a finger across, feeling you swell as you push down slightly to increase the pressure of my hand. I start to finger you through the material, your warm slit, wet and swollen, waiting to be entered.Rolling over, you face me. I move my hand and slide it up your belly and cup your breast as we kiss hard for the first time, your pert breasts topped by hard stiff.