Three-way Lesbian Encounter With Chanelle, Marcie, And Riva

He collapses on top of me and I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him tight and kissing his neck. more!” I think to myself and I take his cockhead into my mouth, sucking on it and twirling my tongue around the glans. “by him.”

“What? “How am I going to stand 12 hours away from you?” he says with a chuckle, buttoning the last two surviving buttons on his shirt and tucking it into his trousers. “Mr Snuggles?” she chuckles. Basically, if I try to turn back now I’ll  explode (literally). He’s a bit taken aback, jumping a little in surprise at my bluntness. I used to be a man, but I got turned into a much younger biological woman by accident, about which my old self was not happy. It was after one of our longer sessions, the night before his day off and during a nice post coital cuddle (where he insisted, as always, that he lay on the wet patch and I could feel his second large load seeping out of me) that it took an interesting turn, one that was lead to our relationship to new heights. Put simply, I was such a small baby that my mother didn’t know she was pregnant until she went into labour.