They would critique my voice andexpressions and said that I was still not quite getting it. So I set mynext plan in motion. I suggested that in orde...r to sound like Mary Iwould need to start referring to myself as her in everyday things on thephone. The fact that she referred to me as David really messed with myhead when I was trying to sound female. I was about to make a suggestionwhen she did it for me, "Well as weird as this may sound, how about if Ijust stop calling you David, and call you. You’re the first one I’ll let come inside me besides my husband.”She was working herself into a climax by saying all that. I knew it excited her to say it because it excited me, too.Mrs Hallam groaned and clawed at the bed, grabbing the sheets like she wanted to tear them loose while she brought her calves up to my flanks, hands going to my shoulders while she shunted her pelvis and stuck her chin on her chest.She called out a thrilled, “God, look at how fucking gooey you are!”At which I looked. I finished up late that afternoon, had a nervous bite to eat, and showered and shaved. Cleaned up my room, just in case, and sat there anxiously trying to concentrate on whatever was on TV. Went down to the bar a bit after nine, and found the most out of the way table I could see. Then ordered a beer that I nursed along. About 9:35 they walked in, and I waived them over. He was about 5-10, stocky and balding (like me). She was about 5-3, mid forties I’m guessing, a little overweight, short dark. It was all so wonderfully wrong. I savored the thrill as I groaned a final time.“Very good, girls,” I panted, pulling my cock out of Sita’s pussy. My cum followed out of her pussy, pink lips gaping open from my girth. It dribbled into her black hair. “See, Chandra, how well your daughter did.”“Oh, my, so much cum is leaking out. She must have made your girl-dick very happy.”“Very,” I panted. Then I grinned. “So, a writing contest. I think it should be girl only, to encourage them.”“Mmm, maybe,”.