Angel could hardly stand it as she felt the warm tongue glide over her skin. Another low moan passed from her lips as she felt herself getting very ar...oused from the licking she was getting. ‘I think she is ready Florence. Why don’t you take this pretty young thing.’ the seargent told the second cop. Without delay, Florence pushed her tongue into Angel’s pussy causing a bolt of electricity to pass through Angel’s body. She arched up mightily, almost pushing the seargent away from her breasts,. "Hmm. Well,maybe the six months of estrogen treatments changed your brain chemistryand rewired you at little. You've always been a good pet, but you arebecoming my best girl friend." She smiled. It was true. She really likeKelly. She was funny, and she was smart, and she was easy to be with.Brian looked down at his long, hairless legs. They were starting to tanup and look sleek. Now, his legs stopped at his bikini bottom and therewas a new pussy between his legs. He had watched Mindy. I used to go for long tramps over Hampstead Heath with my friend, followed by afternoon tea. I was very bad in those days at picking it up when someone admired me, rather like the heroine of my story. Only much later did I realise that my friend was one of many admirers. (RIP, dear Phil, I still often think of you.) The poems: are by George Gordon, Lord Byron, Alfred Tennyson (not ennobled at the time of this story), and Robert Herrick. Picture of carousel sign. I cannot bear it, I cannot bear. Now, girls kiss and make out and experiment all the time. Anyway, do you think she is fooling around with anyone?"Ellen had never hidden her bisexual tendencies from me, and I knew that she dated both men and women during college. As far as I knew, she had been faithful since we were married and I think she just chalked it up to youthful fun."Not that I know of, Ellen. Why do you ask?" I went down to the guest room this morning after Carli left, to change the sheets on the bed and get her dirty.