I would say more fun, but when I sunk to chatroom eroticism, it was work not play. I would classify it as almost a medical necessity. I managed to fin...d a nice enough lady, at least in my mind she was a lady, and that was all that mattered. We talked about imagined events until I orgasmed. Then I went to bed and slept very well indeed.The next morning I tried something new. It was really a compromise for Wilson. I slept until 8AM. When I awoke I got right out of bed and put on the coverall. Who you are. Try and be yourself again.’ Again the queen felt rage rise up inside her, but the rage was mingled with a vague fear. She had to swallow hard a few times to push those feelings back down. Then she lifted up her chin defiantly and looked Daniel up and down. He was wearing old jeans and a torn shirt. As dark as it was, she could tell that his clothes were dirty and his hair unwashed. How could someone like him, scruffy and of no importance whatsoever — how could he dare to give. I put one bare leg to the outside of his knee and the other into the Vhis thighs made, close to his crotch, then I bent down, extending thecigarette in my lips forward.As I got closer to his bare chest I got a whiff of his scent. Cheapdeodorant masking a musky animal body odour. I could see the stubble onhis cheeks and on his bald head, could see the individual bristly hairsof his goatee beard.My cigarette was only a couple of inches away from his now. I looked atthe glowing end. Then I felt. He gasped and groaned and, in a moment, I could feel my newly girlified ass filling up with sticky, creamy juices as spurt after spurt shot up inside me, making me my family's new girly plaything. By the time Dad slid his sticky cock out of my slimy hole, spunk was leaking out of me, running down my smooth shaved thighs around Mom's stockings.As Dad moved out of the way, I kept my legs spread, my cummy asshole showing and invited my brothers in for a closer look, for a taste of Dad's spunk in.