Climaxes again like the first time they were claimed, like what the purple-haired pixie would soon experience as she walked out of the room, heading t...owards the basement with a list she would never complete...Renee wished she wanted to cry for Nicole. But that had been a week ago when the creature first conjured the idea. She’d known it was over for days, going through the pretense of fighting, ID patiently waiting as more of its prospects were given to its true, eight-tentacled form. It would. “Yes, Jeremy, it’s yours! Right now, my whole body is yours, all yours, but you are right, that is a part of me you alone have – I was a virgin in that deepest part of my body and now it is yours and yours alone… Oh, Jeremy…” She was breathless and began to hump recklessly on his cock, shouting his name over and over as she came in one wild wave after another, “Jeremy! Jeremy! Yes, Yes, I am yours! Fuck me… Oh yes…. Oh…” her voice was loud and high pitched and whimpering. I’ve never seen such. "I don't want them, they are for you," I told him. He looked at the cotton lining in the crotch, all covered in dry cum."Sniff them Eric."He did as I asked, and as he did his hand went to his cock. He began to wank as he sniffed in the dried cum."Lick them," I told him.His flicked out his tongue and slowly licked at the crotch."I fucked a black guy in work today Eric, and he came inside me. That's his cum you are licking right now."As soon as I those words left my lips he came, just a dribble. Could I take it further? No. At least not yet. I would buy and hide Stockings and Magazines all the time through Strange Mail Order Companies. Then in my town, there were the clubs were crossdresser's frequented. How delightfully strange. There were actually those who dressed up and went out. Wow.Hard to believe. Unfortunately, I was not attracted or impressed. It was kind of freaky so, I went back to my seclusion and surpressian. Then, the personals in seedy magazines and newspapers. I could.