Her smile and glowing face said she was pleased with me. I pulled her head back with her hair and kissed her passionately. ‘Did you forget how to do... me right?’ She bent over the back of the couch, looked over her shoulder and smiled at me coyly. My pants were off in a second. I stood behind her, grabbed her skirt with both hands and ripped it down the back. Her lovely ass and pussy were there, ready. I lined up and thrust. She pushed back, getting more of my cock into her. My next thrust pushed. Her record company had wanted her to do a couple of duets with May on her new album, they already had him under contract so on paper it seemed a good idea.They had done the duets, which completed the album. The record company’s publicity man who was in charge of launching the new album suggested that they should celebrate. Terry had worked hard to push the album along wanting it completed before he returned, so they could be together with no interruptions. So she agreed, the party consisted of. I continued to gently lick her a few times as she finished, each time her body convulsed. Then I heard Alyssa say softly to me, “Damn that was hot, but I think you need to fuck her now.”Not needing any more encouragement I slid out from underneath Becca. I was unsure if she had recovered from her orgasm so I stood behind her, wrapped both arms around her and picked her up off the couch. When she was standing, I whispered to her, “Go ahead and sit on your knees on the floor.” As she began to. To most New Yorkers, daily life had been eclipsed by the events of the morning, but such was not the case with Doctor Frankenwiener. Her bizarre compulsion to feminize unwilling men had long ago crowded out other, human emotions, and her principal reaction to the events of the day was frustration that her latest round of experiments might be delayed.Returning to her small study, she switched on her computer and checked her emails. To her surprise, she read the following message: Interested in.