"Concentrate on my fingers. Fully appreciate each touch."I try to settle my hips back onto the bar as he slides his fingers up and down my lips, coati...ng them with my wetness. He finds my asshole again and gently presses his finger inside. "Sweetie!" I gasp."Shhhh. I won't go further, just giving you a taste of something you might want to explore later."He continues his oh-so-gentle probing of my tight little hole. I give in to the intrusion and allow myself to accept and enjoy these new. But Heather was no bimbo.She greeted me with a gleaming smile and said, "Wonderful to meet you,Jennifer. Tiffany and her Daddy have been telling me great thingsabout you. Seeing you in person, I can see that they didn'texaggerate."I blushed.Then I remembered that I was in Greg clothes. How did Heather know Iwas a babe as Jennifer?"I know what you're thinking, Jennifer," Heather said accurately."You're wondering how I know what a knockout you are en femme. Tworeasons. First, meeting with. He did like some of the videos, especially the ones that reminded him of Eurydice. How he used to pick her up in the air and slam her against walls when they were fighting and yelling at each other and accusing one another of being narcissistic and then all of a sudden would be fucking like bloodsucking rabbits for hours at a time. He felt guilty about, it, looking at the pornographic films and photographs (not the rough fucking), and just had to touch himself. He came about every ten. She looked so damn sexy and grown up with a dick in her mouth. she got silly and began making faces. Then she deep throated it. Then pulled out and licked it. After about 10 pictures she took the phone back and stroked me with her left hand while she fiddled with the phone in her right. "Pet, what are you doing?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Kriss wanted to know what I'm doing. So I'm showing her." She said as she hit the send button. With that she put the phone down and started.