The women began dressing me as a girl and applying makeup and jewelry. My eyebrows were shaped, my nails painted, perfume was applied. I received a... girl’s haircut. They thought of everything. The whole process took over an hour.Part way through the make-up process, Shelly handed me some pills and a cup of water. “Down the hatch!” she said. There were two small white tablets and a yellow capsule. “What are these?” I asked. Shelly pretended to pout. She replied, “I want it to be a surprise.. ..it's not the first time I've had my tiny little dick next to a way bigger one,and I do love that in a million different ways,but what got me soft,I think,it's the connection between that cock and my dildo..my dildo it's about 7" and I ride it like a maniac,had many sissygasms on it and I do love it..but I couldn't took all those beautifull 9+" inside me..so wich one of the two do I prefer?ok,lets compare them as like the dildo it's real,that would mean that I could have a sissygasm given me. .yippee.For the next week we never saw each other, we heard each other. But there was no contact at all…..i was bored, two adults in the house, and not a single word of conversation for a week...dull.The following week things changed. I was in the TV room looking for a film to watch in my room. I heard Mary in the bathroom, which is just off the TV room. I was sitting on the floor, going through the pile of films that our parents had, when I looked up towards the bathroom. The door was open. I taste him, his salty sweetness, my favorite flavor. He fucks my mouth like it's his job, I feel his cock sliding down the back of my throat. Before long his thrusting slows and gets harder in and out of my mouth. He lets out a moan, holding his cock in my mouth as he cums down the back of my throat. Pulling slightly out of my mouth, allowing me to gasp for air. Slowly and gently he moves his cock across my tongue and lips. Willingly I lick and swallow every drop of him. He pulls out of my.