He surfed the net for a while beforehis attention shifted to his upcoming transformation. He looked overBecky's clothing and decided which pieces he ...would use for the change. He chose a white silk blouse with a rather large red wine stain downthe front. He chose it because it reflected almost exactly the shapeof Becky's ample breasts and her narrow waist. His remaining male partwas erect again from the anticipation. As was his pattern, around 9:05he striped naked. He placed the Medallion. Joe put his arm around me and called everyone’s attention.“Naked ladies and gentlemen, fornicators and swappers; Your attention, please. This is Mary M and she is our guest. Please make her feel at home. Boss’s orders.”“Hi,” I said feebly, lifting my right arm. They froze in mid-fuck, waiting for him to continue.“She doesn’t know,” said Joseph beside me.I sensed something changed in their attitudes. Cowgirl got off her man and walked towards me, smiling. “In that case,” said Cowgirl. “We need. I think he had everycolor blue there was in his shirt collection. He was differentalso. He always seemed to know what farmer would buy his paintingsof their barns in a landscape. I remember one Sunday we were outfor a ride. Suddenly he stopped and got his easel out and startedpainting. When he was done he drove to the farm whose barn was onthe painting. Fifteen minutes later he was back to the car, havingsold the painting. Yes, he was different but I loved him." She told him she wanted a. He focused on the girl in his arms, on their writhing. He pressed into her harder and began to push faster, bumping into her cervix every few thrusts. Candy felt him speed up and could barely contain her moans and whimpers, even let a few out. Michael felt his orgasm growing closer and decided to switch it up. He pulled his cock out of her, enjoyed the kitten’s mewl that she made in disappointment before he pushed slowly into her ass. He watched her eyes get wide as he fucked her ass. He had.