She is wearing hermaids' uniform and loves it. She asked if she could wear it home andshow her mother and sister that she was a real maid now!" Really...? That's amazing since she is a really a boy, what do youthink triggered that?" I don't have the time right now to explain it all, but my latehusband was my sissy maid. Once they get past their silly machononsense and embrace the feminine they truly become proud to besissies and especially sissy maids." I see, amazing and interesting. So, you're. I breathed in the warm, intoxicating scent of herperfume, my eyes following the subtle sway of her hips,the sensual swagger of her round butt cheeks in the tight,black skirt she was wearing, the twin flashes of her lithe,white legs. I quickly followed her down the stairs.‘I have a place a couple of blocks from here,’ she saidwhen we were outside, standing together on the sundrenchedsidewalk.I looked down at the tiny girl, studied her pretty face,her petite figure, her smooth, slender legs and. Most guys cannot. Then he placed me back in the chair and fucked me deep and slow with that huge cock of his while fingering my clit. Two or three orgasms later, the chair was bumping against the door, having been pushed halfway across the floor. He then pulled upright and bent me over the window sill and took me from behind.“Do you like my slutty tattoos?” I moaned out to him.He grunted and I thrust my ass back onto him. “Do you want to cum on my tramp stamp?”“You drive me crazy,” he panted. “That's it?” asked Aoifa, her forehead furrowing as she stared at the ring. “It doesn't look like a portal.”“It is. I can feel it.”“Then open it,” Aoifa hissed.I nodded my head, thinking back to Ol' Morgana's lessons. I took a deep breath, remembering the spirits I needed to summon to open—“Did you hear that?” asked Aoifa.I looked up just as the brush around us exploded. Small, spindly, wooden creatures launched at us, thick dicks thrusting from their crotches as they fell upon us. I gasped in.