.. A dirty w... wanton s... slut!"Lifting her wrist gently, I ensured contact between licker and clit was broken. She raised her hips and whimpered in... frustration."Keep fucking your pussy with your fingers," I said. She did. "You look like a sexy girl in need, little one. Anyway, what is a whore?" I asked, lowering her wrist and letting her reach her clit again."A... Ohhh... A... me... meee... I... I'm a whore! Ohhh..." No, my beautiful girl. You are not a whore," I said, raising her wrist. Hey, I was on holiday, too, and if I wanted to wear a comfortable short flared skirt that did show off my long legs especially when the wind got under it, and I do like to tie up my blouse over my braless size ‘C’ cup tits for I like the way it felt, the freedom and the coolness of the air on my skin and I liked the looks I usually got, too.“Hey, what’s this?” Jerry said.We were on the move again after last night’s fight when up ahead, it looked like a car had gone off the road.“Pull over,” I. Tosuddenly, physically be a woman had been very difficult for me. But thiswhole pregnancy has been sort of a second transformation, except now I'mable to absorb it so much more rationally and objectively. The original transformation had left my wife and I feeling so isolated. This pregnancy, this second transformation, I can share with others whounderstand. I guess all that is only making me more accepting - moreaware - of the reality of the woman that I am today.I found myself complaining. "You know what I want don't you? "She said as she pulled him towards the stairs and up into the master bedroom."Where's Ron"? Tony asked."He's gone for good, I kicked him out. So now darling, we have got the house to ourselves."Debbie was a happy woman, as she felt Tony's lips trail slowly over her skin, his hardness sliding back and forth against the wetness between her legs. Her head tilted back as his lips moved across her throat. They made their way to her shoulder. His lips brushed against.