I knew there would be a scent there that some guys didn't like. I, on the other hand, loved the smell the taste and feel of it. I loved having her j...uices all over my face. I didn't wash my face when we were done and went back into the party because I didn't realize that it was something that people would notice. I had cuntface and my buddy said, "Hey, you might want to wash her off of your face too."*Later that night when she found out it was my first time she got pissed off. She was a. I woke up to the pleasurable feeling of wet tongue on my dick and balls and I was being jerked off. I mumbled my girlfriend's name but when I opened my eyes, it wasn't Karen's face I saw. Still groggy, I saw double. Two faces were between my legs, gloming my dick and balls and they looked just like my nieces.I blinked hard. Deanie was sucking my balls and Deb's fist was stroking my hard-on with the skill of an experienced hand job giver. In her other hand she held a glass half-filled with. She looked down again after a quick glance up at my face.Since I was naked, battered and bleeding from my punishment, there was nothing I could do but listen. My hands were shackled to the walls in iron and my ankles clasped in a iron-bar device that made it possible to shuffle but not step or run."Here is my offer," said the colonel, patting Mrs. Smithson's bare buttocks. "You cooperate, and I will give them to you for, let us say, for a fortnight before I send them on to the pleasure. For the first three months or so I didn't notice any changes, but Ireligiously put two patches on every day, I would sit in class or walkdown the hall looking at the pretty girls, knowing I had female hormonesflowing through me just like them, thinking to myself soon enough I'll beone of you, I did find myself being a little more emotional and at nighta few times I wore the patches to sleep and found myself having thesevivid dreams of me as a girl, I wasn't Andy anymore, I was Ashley, a girlon.