"Oh, yeah, that feels good."It was instinct to squeeze her cheeks, to diddle my fingers close to her vagina. "That's to get the woman prepared for sex.... Did Natalie say anything about getting wet? I mean, down there?"Stephanie reached down and felt herself. Before she brought her hand up, she stroked my covered erection. "I don't know, but I am. See?"Sure enough, Stephanie was moist, ripe, and completely desirable. Then it occurred to me: I'd slipped back in time to have first sex with women. My. That's the only word to describe it. Anyphysical exhaustion I'd been feeling, from the lack of sleep, the hoursof insanity after reading the publishers letter, to meeting her andCecil in the limousine, to my metamorphosis, my exposure to thesensibilities of life that I'd never even imagined before, to theheights of adrenaline-fueled sex, all of that washed away from me, felloff of me, like a cloak.Surrounded by skirts and dresses and blouses and lingerie and heels andmakeup and wigs and. ” She waved at the group surrounding us.“Our pleasure for sure, ma’am,” I said.“So what did you do to have so many friends attend your birthday party?” she said.“Nothing much, really, I won the bet is all, oh, and I got a little older,” I said.“A bet?” she said.“Yes, I bet these guys that they had to come to my 38th birthday party if I could eat a hand grenade and survive. I won the bet like I said.” I said. She gave me a look the major component of which was disbelief.“He’s not kidding, Velma.. "Now, you little bitch," he growled down at her as he knelt sideways across her with his wet glistening cock poised near her moistly parted lips. "You're going to suck my prick whether you want to or not."He squeezed painfully at the hinges of her clenching jaws to force them open, and without further preparation inserted his bulging cock-tip between her lips still grimacing with her own mind-boggling, nerve-shattering orgasm.From his vantage point down between Linda's widespread gyrating.