If anything, I was a bit on the shy and sensitive side, but I resolutelythought of myself as male, so interacting with the world through a femalesurro...gate was going to take some adjustment.When the big day came, Abby was at the front door of our parents' houseten minutes early. "I wasn't expecting you until ten," I said. "I haven'tfinished doing my nails yet." Very funny, sister, very funny," she said. "Now let's get serious andget going."Humor had been my last defense. I knew the time had come. " Oh no, not that, anything but that."I stepped forward and kissed him and reached for his belt. I unbuckled it, unbuttoned the top button of his trousers and then pulled down the zipper. His boxer's were already tented as I reached inside and wrapped my hand around his hardness. I looked up at him and smiled."Can I have it?" I don't know. Are you going to hurt it?" I might heat it up a bit, but I don't think that will cause you any great discomfort." Please be gentle."I giggled as I said, "I. His hands (and lips) were swarming me, soon into my knickers and once in there instantly seeking out my slit and it's treasures. One hand working from the front, the other holding my bottom, steadying it as I began involuntary trusting. His middle finger was now drilling my vagina such that it seemed he was searching for the opening to my cervix. His mouth furiously searching for enough tit and nipple. My masturbation of his penis was rhythmically draining his pre cum onto my fingers in large. Then her shock faded away immediately, and she was fascinated. There was something very exciting about the thought of watching the woman fuck herself on that strange saddle."If you want to," she said, softly.Maisy obviously wanted to. She kicked her boots off and squirmed out of her jeans. Her pussy was open and juicy. Marion stared at it in fascination. She was remembering how tasty her own cuntjuice had been when she licked it off the ram's prick, and how she had wondered what it would be.