I looked at Shelly and Cathy, a little puzzled.Shelly said, "Those are the breast forms, special panty, anda supply of the moisturizer. A gift from us... to you. You'vebeen a real special person, and now you're a real specialfriend." I can't accept these. They're too expensive." Please accept them. Remember, I get them wholesale.",Shelly said with a wink."Alright. But, you have to let us treat you to dinner acouple of times." Sounds like a deal to me."It was late when we arrived home, so it was. Maybe if more men wore women's clothes they wouldappreciate all the torture women go through.I noticed the photos of me throughout my childhood were displayedthroughout the room. But there was something different about them. Ittook me a few seconds to realize that they were alter to show me as beingraised as a girl. It seemed to me that my dear father was trying toeliminate all traces of Michael from existence.I dread tomorrow when my first lessons on feminine behavior and deportmentstart. . “Oh, yesss...” Sylvie hisses.Still, Brock’s long rod slides in and out of the eager pussy, over and over, picking up the pace somewhat. Missy can feel an orgasm rising, so she sucks with more urgency. Sylvie in turns groans, her pussy overflowing. The knowledge of the girl climaxing causes Missy to lose it as well. Her heart is pounding, so is her master’s prick—right into her as she climaxes.Sylvie’s hands now dig into the catgirl’s hair, cat ears between finger, forcing Missy’s face right. Convulsions and spasms hit her like a baseball bat. She went stiff, riding my cock and her orgasm. Knowing Catherine was capable of multiple multiples; and the fact that around the 3rd or 4th orgasm wave she would pass out, I now had my mission clearly defined. She eased off of me, asking, “How do you want to fuck me”? “Doggie style, I want to watch your ass while my cock is plunging inside you.” She quickly put her knees on the floor, bent over the bed. “Please hurry. I need your cock.” I.