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Soon they were fucking me harder and I was nearing another orgasm.The man who held me in a bear hug had loosened his grip and then used his hands to prop up my stomach with the help of the man behind me holding onto my air. I was arched backwards with four hands on me and two cocks inside my oyster. I was biting the belt when it was ripped from my mouth and I let out a pained gasp. I was free to groan and moan now until I felt the tail of the belt bite into the side of my tit. I shrieked and. “Bitch, the man has not arrived yet and you are dripping wet!!!” I yelled to my sexy wife. She just smiled and came closer to me.“Do you want to be the first one?; just tell me, honey; we can make this black stallion wait for a long while, if you want…”But then some knock at the door indicated the black man was there, ready to make my wife enjoy a deep nice fuck…Ana opened the door and kissed him, introducing me. Theo was a little bit surprised finding me there, but Ana told him I would only be. It's STUPID JO-EL, AND I'M STUPID TOO!"She turned and ran to the bathroom slamming both the bedroom door and the bathroom door behind her.Joel slumped to a seat on the bed. He was angry, and hurt. He was ashamed. Janie was right. He had no call to react the way he did. Now he realized that he was the one who was stupid.He walked out of the bedroom and knocked at the bathroom door. "Janie?"He could hear her sobbing. "Don't worry Jo-el; I'll be out of here in a few minutes. I'll go stay with. "Yeah, ok." My voice sounded all wrong.Wait, what? That wasn't a dream? I reached down to my groin. I felt aroundin vain.It was true. It hadn't been a dream. Somehow I'd been turned into a girl.A girl with a high voice, no penis, boobs, and no co-ordination soapparently no prospect of turning back into a guy.I stumbled to the toilet and instinctively put the seat up. I reached tomy panties before I realised that standing wasn't an option. I sighed, putthe seat down, sat down, and tried to work.
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