Trudi, a female in the mirror above the bed, shuddered as she lay back in their bed, her legs so shapely, her breasts so inviting as George eased himself over her, letting her take his pants from him, stroking him as if she was really a female. It looked as if she, once so masculine and strong, was the one eager for sex with her boy friend. He sat on her chest, caressing her breasts and nipples, placing his pecker between her curvaceous breasts. She knew that she had to lean forward and kiss the wet tip of the huge member that would soon be inside her, yes, her, a woman.
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