’ She slithered over to me, touching me slightly like no other touch I’d felt from my friend, as if an electric current had shot out from the tips... of her fingers. ‘Come over,’ she continued. I swallowed the golf ball that had mysteriously lodged in my throat. How’d that get there? What’s suddenly so dramatic about a painting of my face? Well, nothing, if it had been a painting of my face. While not the ‘actual size’, filling up the canvas was my cock, upright and staring back at me in all its. We giggled when she made me wear askirt for a minute, but, perhaps overly seriously, I proclaimed I wouldnever let anyone tell me what to wear again, and then she felt bad. Wefound a pair of her old jeans that I said were too tight, but she saidfit me perfectly and that was just the style for girls."I was hoping not to be a girl anymore," I said."I was hoping the same for you," she said. "But at least we have ourbrains back."I went home in those jeans and a top that Monica had lent me. I was. In the spirit of the moment, I told him he could wash me whenever he wanted."Daddy gulped."It took a bit of coaxing, but ultimately, he decided to take care of my breasts as well. So far, he had managed to keep clear of it by concentrating on my back, but I wasn't about to let him off that easily. I insisted that he wash my tits - sorry, breasts - and other parts too. To tell you the truth, it felt so good to have his strong hands knead my breasts into submission. A naughty part of my mind. My cock was now swollen and aching with lust almost twice its width as when I got blown. I grinded my cock against Vanessa bush hoping she'd pull me in bare. No sooner than that thought had entered my mind, Vanessa pulled me inside her where I got full carnal knowledge. Her pussy was super wet and already contracting around my cock taking it deeper. I adjusted myself a little bit and began thrusting slow and deep into her. My cock buried to the hilt in her pussy. Vanessa moaned my name with.