I seductively removed my jacket and as I sat back pulled my shirt close and crossed my legs, it was clear to see I was wearing stockings and a black b...ra, they were beautifully out lined, you could also make out the out line of my breasts. I coughed and he looked up spinning round and slowly feasting his eyes on my appearance. I coyly explained that although I intended a partial transformation I did not want to loose my cock and replace it with a vagina, but I would from time to time need. Her face was flushed. I finger fucked her for a few seconds, watching her eyes roll and hearing her breathing change. I pushed forward, her hand still around my cock. She seemed to understand, and guided my prick towards her hole. "Here's your tip," I said, pushing about an inch between her lips, hearing her gasp, "and here's the rest." I pushed the remaining six inches straight in, feeling her pussy straining to take it all in. Fuck, she felt tight! I started to pump into her, oblivious to. The shirt let just enough of her butt show, also clung to her nice wide hips. I called out to her and she to her and she turned around giving me a great frontal shot of her perky tits, hard nipples, and her beaver trying to peak out from under the shirt. Mom said that she was having a hard time sleeping and was going to have a drink and she offered me one also. It was not very often that I got offered an adult beverage. I sat at the bar and mom stood on the other side and we drank our drinks. Most of the women he dated couldn’t handle his strength. So he had to tone down his bedroom acrobatics, to keep from hurting his partners. He didn’t have to do that with Grace. She was plenty strong enough, and large enough, to handle even the most punishing blows he could administer. At last, he could be himself in bed. So their coupling became a test of wills—strength for strength, power for power, blow for blow. Neither one of them wanted to give in. And in the process, both of them.