Oh no, he thought. This wasn'tsupposed to happen. He's a woman now. What would Bruce and Glen do ifthey knew that he was getting aroused with their wi...ves. They'd kill him."Maybe this is a bit too crowded for the three of us," Gerald said."Crowded?" Debbie said. "No, I don't think so. Do you think so Pamela?" No, not at all. Why do you think it's crowded Gerald?" We're sort of touching each other a little, aren't we?" But we're all girls, Gerald. Girls often are affectionate with eachother. It's. I took a ragged breath and began to slowly pull out. With the head at the entrance, I paused for a second, hips suspended in air, weight on my hands. I looked down at the beautiful woman. I held the position, staring into her lust-contorted face. Seconds ticked by. “Fuck me… fuck me,” she screamed.With a smile and an animal like grown I pushed back inside, slipping all the way into her until my balls slapped the cheeks of her ass. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh Godddddd!” she moaned incoherently. A moan. Trish was already racing ahead of me and setting a pace that I just couldn’t keep up with. For one thing, if I was going to write a cuckold story it would never have occurred to me to actually live the experience. Instead, I would have taken other people’s accounts and put them into a fictional context, but Trish had a different approach. That evening we sat quietly and talked. She was still wearing her yellow tennis dress but her panties were quite damp now. I fondled her as we spoke about. Hearing a name sent a tingle through her heart, causing her breath the hitch. She wanted him, and had since the moment he touched her in his car. Dont stop. She needed him. Please dont stop. Their lips brushed together, without kissing, with the sway of her body under his. His solid cock filled her and pushed against her insides, rubbing the perfect places. Uh…mmm… I wont. I cant…oh… I want you. She gripped him tighter as his pace quickened even more. Both found their breath falling to pants.