. things were different come morning. I noticed that my throat was sore, even though he hadn’t let me try to give him a blowjob. I eventually decide...d the sore throat came from my screaming my fool head off during all those orgasms.“I had always made my boyfriend use a condom, so, to put it mildly, I wasn’t prepared when Jeff’s semen spurted into me. It was quite warm, and I could feel the individual spurts that felt as if he were filling me to overflowing. I don’t know how to put it other than. There was a lot of stuff that I never wore so I pulled it outand put it in big black bag. I planned to give it to the charity shopDieter worked. Once I had cleared some space I hung up my dress andimagined what other clothes I would buy.Later after a light salad, as I was now watching my weight, I logged on-line and began to surf for transvestite sites. I was looking for advice,but there were so many and I got too turned on looking at the femmes thatI couldn't concentrate.Instead I pulled out. Oil will touch her clothes and it will become unusable and slide it up back again. She was wearing black panty that day and I could see it. I was immediately hard on looking at my mom’s panty. Her full legs were exposed and panty was visible completely with her gown on top of upper part of the panty.I could see her whole lower section and even I was shivering by watching them and couldn’t take my eyes off it. I spread her legs a bit wide intentionally hoping to get a glimpse of my birth hole.. Talk, moan, shriek, scream... anything.Both women also recieved a massive boost to their libidos. I may be a rapist, technically, but the violent aspect of rape isn’t what I’m here for. I just want to pluck any fruit I see, without jumping any of the social hurdles. Mother and daughter would both enjoy our activities, ultimately, and maybe the subsequent “fantasies” would lead to them having better understanding of each other. As sexual entities, if nothing else.So.Both women were experiencing.