Because I wanted to be a girl so badly, I hadstudied the girls around me, in school and church, at the mall andother places, watching how they did eve...rything from walking tolaughing, crying to showing excitement or fear. I had practiced manyof the expressions, but I knew that I wasn't as natural as any realgirl, only close. But close was not going to be good enough for whatmom suggested.Once I was in my bedroom I tried on all of the clothes alone, decidingthat the tan and white plaid pleated. We looked at each other for a second, “sure we’d love to” I saidMargret and Alice did their traditional hugs and we parted with Harold sporting another erection.“bet I know what they will be doing” giggled Alice.Later on we dressed casual and wandered up the track to the other house where we met Carlo and Mila with the usual hugs and had a pleasant evening even with the translations slowing the conversation.Margret mentioned we were nudists so there would be no surprises if they happened to. She closed her eyes and tried to spread her legs wider as the phallic vine picked up its pace, and Jessie felt her juices dripping down her pert little ass. She was moaning softly, unable to stop the noises as they came. Jesus, this felt good. With each thrust in, the vine hit her g-spot right before it nudged against her cervix, and every time it pulled out, she longed for another hit. The other, smaller vine suckled her clit in perfect time with each thrust, and her legs jerked once in a. I simply could not resist studying it. I leaned forward and inspected the rigid penis with keen interest. It stood seven to eight inches long, and at least two inches thick. It reached almost to his navel. The shaft had a noticeable vein running up the underside. It was topped with a large, pronounced mushroom shaped head, a head that seemed almost separate and distinct from the veined shaft. “God, Gary, that thing is huge. It looks so hard and rigid, it looks like you could break concrete with.