There was no such thing as blow-up dolls in 1800.”I bite my lip but continue to study the sculpture. “Please don’t make me laugh, Robert. There�...��s too much of an echo in here.”“Don’t let that stop you. I like your laugh. Besides, that’s what you get for being a tease.”“Can I help it after last night? And yesterday, in the pool? And the day before...I haven’t felt so...frisky...in the longest time...”Glued to her handheld screen like Narcissus to the pond, Purple Selfie stifles a yawn and struts. It hurt but not in a painful way, just in a totally new, unknown, and sexy way.I realized too, that she hadn’t moved anymore. She had pushed through and was just holding as I adjusted to the new sensations and feelings.When I had finally caught my breath and began to relax, she started slowly moving inside, a little deeper, a little deeper, but never too deep. She started lengthening her strokes. Each time she pulled almost all the way out, I would tremble. I wasn’t quite an orgasm, but it was. Pepper whimpered; she knew she would soon enjoy the feel of his stiff cock as he used her like a girl; the girl she longed to be. She quivered with sweet anticipation as she felt his strong hands splay her soft buttocks and watched his shadow in the hot sun, as he rose to penetrate her. Slave savoured the view of the soft feminine form below him; the cute little hairless balls hanging in a token gesture to her diminishing masculinity, his cock stiffened nicely as he eased his engorged purple. She watched as her little sister's finger repeated the motion several times accompanied by little gasps each time the finger grazed across her button. Unconsciously her own finger kept pace with her little sister and her own gasp mirrored Hanna's."I think I am old enough," Hanna panted after a few moments. "I can't catch it all and some is running down to my butt hole." It didn't slow her manipulations though, and her breathing became more labored as she strained for her first orgasm."Does it.