The realSusan would never understand my true feelings. Fictional Susan was purefantasy. Real Susan could be a vindictive bitch. And she was hardly ...awife anymore anyway. We never made love, and my TG fantasies were sostrong now, I wasn't even sure I could sustain an erection with her if Idid initiate sex. Doesn't she deserve a real man, a husband whoperforms all of his duties the way I once could?I thought more about my fantasy life. I masturbated whenever my wifewas out of the house for. I kissed Alison first before moving to Kirsten, Alison fell asleep straight away feeling and content. As I kissed Kirsten I could taste all the juices in her mouth. I played with her hair as she fell asleep then I dropped off.We all slept till about 9am, when I woke again both girls had a hand resting on my cock which was slightly erect and I glance to see both girls with their eyes and looking at me. Kirsten was the first to say anything with think we need breakfast, so Alison and Kirsten. I grabbed my purse and ran for the door, leaving my panties, as well as my dignity and self-respect, behind. I ran as fast and as far as I could but I only made it two blocks before I could move my body no further. I broke down and cried in the middle of the street. I tried to stop myself but I just could not believe that someone could do such a thing to another person. Did he not care that my life with my family would be over if I got pregnant? Did he have an STD? I assumed that he did not. She kept bobbing her head up and down as Harry continued fucking her face. She was giving both men quite a show.She stared at Roger for several moments and looked down at his fat cock. It wasn't as long as Harry's, maybe nine inches or so, but it was fat and beefy looking. She stared at it until she saw the pace of Roger's fist quicken and his thick, white cum drip off his cock, oozing out and into Roger's handkerchief-covered hand. Harry was pumping his hips up into Tracy's mouth and began.