We slept. When I awoke, Robbie had her right leg thrown over my waist, gently humping her pussy into my rib cage. I turned my head toward her, just in... time to see her smile, “Where were we?” she asked, as she reached the head of my soft dick, “Oh, yes, I remember.” She slid down, took my cock in her lips and started performing like a two hundred dollar whore. Evidently Jason had enjoyed blow jobs frequently. Robbie was plenty experienced. She lick, jacked, sucked, scraped her teeth, slightly,. As she soaked, she pondered. How would she begin her novel? How should she divide it up- by type of encounter? Chronologically? Randomly- as one thought brought out another? Should she write an outline first, or should she just let fly from her fingers to the computer keys? Should she be strictly factual- sort of a how-to guide? Or would it be better to tell stories and affix a pithy little note at the end of each chapter noting how things should be done right- and how they could done wrong?. "Chris was doing me doggy, you know. I was doing Ruth with my mouth at the same time. I felt like cream filling in a slut-cicle. If he could have gotten hard one more time, I was going to let him do me in the butt." Me, too!" Ruth said. "That boy ... well, I'm just going to say it. He knows how to fuck! I have never felt anything like that before in my life. When he came on my boobs and you licked it off, I wished we had a video camera." Speaking of which, I need a shower desperately," Joy said. He was shy at first but soon they both had him dancing and stroking his clit for them like a pro. He felt giddy inside, filled with love and heightened emotions to behave like a woman for these two sexy beauties kept escalading his fluttering stomach and he reveled in his sissy-ness. She remembered how powerful she felt. She had introduced her best friend and she’d seen her instant attraction to what she’d created and she knew Cheryl was jealous and wished she’d had her own but she would have.