It was only a minute or two longer when I felt as though I was about to come again so she stopped giving me head and allowed me to eat her pussy which... I’ve always said was the best tasting pussy I’ve ever had. I called it ‘rain-water’ pussy because although it did have a taste, it was as subtle as rain-water - I could eat her for hours it tasted so good. She was also a gusher - especially if she had alcohol induced inhibition loss. So it wasn’t long before I really had her juices flowing. I. I helped clean up the place and sometimes gave shampoos. By now my appearance was becoming more and more feminine. My hair was down to my shoulders and she had her gay salon friends dye it golden blonde and cut it in a rather feminine style. I didn't object. I suppose the hormones helped make my mind more amenable to the physical changes that were occurring in my body. The cosmetic surgery came next. She had my nose fixed so that it was now tiny, pert, and upturned. My naturally high. I had just had (hot!) unprotected sex with the sexy single mom, Erica, down the hall, thinking she was Demie. Okay, you're saying, and... ? The kicker was she was ovulating and I had sprayed her reproductive system with a large amount of my seed.Well, how was I to know? She had smelled like Demie, right down to the sulfurous brimstone scent, which she explained afterward was from the bad eggs from her fridge. I looked up at the ceiling."You have a terrible sense of humor," I said to God. He had. She was in ecstasy and there and then hit a big orgasm which rocked her and rocked me too as she clenched my cock with her vaginal muscles. Then I got her on her back and put her legs on my shoulders and pushed my cock inside her free, juice-flowing pussy. It was so wet now that my cock slid right in and I started humping her with a renewed vigor. She was moaning and her eyes were clenched shut. I was screwing her hard now and kept on hitting her pussy wall at the end. She jumped and cried out.