I especially liked their frequent brushings-up against my legs, and their frequent glances to my partly exposed thigh-high stocking tops. Art and I r...eminisced, with Jay the attentive audience. Art suddenly blurted out that he had seen my pussy those years ago, and described other times also. I vaguely recalled them, but was really surprised about the detail of his recollection. I was so embarressed, but also excited seeing both their reactions. When Art started to tease me about not wearing. Of course I noticed it was totally unbuttoned and tied beneath her large tanned breasts. She had on a pair of worn Levi cutoff jeans that barely reached the bottom of her ass cheeks. The seam fit snugly between her meaty lips as her swaying legs invited me to see for myself. Her broken in pair of rattlesnake skinned Tony Lamas came more than halfway up her shins. A sweat stained toyo straw cowboy hat with a bent down front brim shaded her eyes from the evening sun. The only thing I had failed. Whatjust happened... what happened to him... Hormones... what if she haddone permanent damage to his body... Tears burned in his eyes, and hesniffled miserably. Carmen seemed serious about this... about doing allthose horrible things to him, about treating him like... like a girl.Unable to control his emotions anymore, he started crying, the softwhine of his new girly voice only adding to his distress. He didn't wantto become a girl...---"I can hear him crying... did he struggle?" Vanessa. Then I slowly stroked the rosette with the plug and pushed it down slowly into my ass ...As it was a bit bad, I came out, added gel on my rosette, pushing my finger slightly, and I started the game again: push a little plug, out, push it again a a little deeper, savoring the moment when the widest part slips inside my ass.What a pleasure !Then I put on my thong tanga checking that my plug could not stand alone ... it was not the purpose of the maneuver.I got dressed and went out.