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The idea for this story initially arose through a dialog with some of my Mexican friends. There was much going on about immigration and the plight of refugees at the time. Some parts of the story are factual, other parts of my creation. You can decide which are which. It is a longer story. I do not like serialization and having to wait days, weeks, and months etc for the story to complete. Hence please bear with me. This is dedicated to those Latin friends. Caution: I have drawn on some legal concepts given to me by my friends. I am not able to offer legal advice. This is a work of fiction so please check on legal issues if you are confronted with similar situations. An Immigration Issue Marty Bradshaw waited patiently outside the door to his suite. He was impeccably dressed in his tuxedo. The flower in his buttonhole a fragrant white rose. It had been some ten minutes. A soft click of a door caused him to turn. His beautiful bride, a broad smile on her perfectly made up face, approached. Her Latin heritage showed with tanned skin, big brown eyes and a beautiful mouth with luscious, thick, red lips. She was dressed in a traditional long white dress, off the shoulder and low cut, showing the tops of two magnificent orbs that threatened to spill out. Her waist was narrow. She was balancing on 5" white spikes. A small hat with veil drawn back was perched on her head of jet black hair which fell to her shoulders. Her earrings were a short string of pearls. She was the ultimate bride a man could wish for: beautiful, sexy with a glow of happiness on her wedding day. "She is sleeping," she said softly. "Mama is watching over her. She is beautiful." "I know. Just like her mother. It is customary to carry your bride across the threshold," Marty said, opened the door and picked up his bride. She clasped her hands around his neck as he carried her into their suite. They had just been married in front of a crowd of around 40 friends and relatives. Sadly, only the mother from his wife's side could attend. The event had been even more exciting as their one-month old baby daughter had been baptized at the same time. Salma Maite Bradshaw had given a small cry but otherwise endured the ceremony by sleeping. The newlyweds had a little time to relax and take care of their baby whilst the tables were dismantled after the three course dinner and the funny speech of the best man, Rick. He had offered to show the bride that he was indeed the 'best' man for her to the laughter of assembled company. The bride rose from her seat, declined politely, holding tightly to Marty's hand, and said that 'Marty thought she was a better man than the best man could ever be'. Everybody thought this was Juanita's English and laughed. Only Marty and Juanita understood the joke. The DJ and dance floor were getting ready for the evening reception. Marty put Juanita down and instantly kissed her, tongue insisting its way into her mouth. Juanita reciprocated by sucking on his tongue whilst her hands went to his crotch. They broke off their kiss and Marty found the zipper to Juanita's dress. Within a minute she stepped out of her 5" heels, and carefully picked up the dress. She also removed the small white hat with half veil that hid her face. She laid her outfit and shoes carefully on the large chair and turned to Marty. She was now only in her corset and stockings. She had removed her bra and panties. Her big, new breasts, previously contained in the full lace trimmed silk cups, were now exposed. The milky tops of her gorgeous globes were perfectly proportioned and hung proud. Marty smiled at her and gently sucked on each breast. It was something new and Marty enjoyed this. So did Juanita as her hand touched her breasts and lifted them up to his mouth. Juanita had the perfect female form and was the envy of many. She wore a corset today further emphasizing her figure. Her small condom covered cock hung down released from its gaffe prison. Marty had shed his jacket, pants and shoes and draped them over another chair. He carefully undid his shirt and laid it on the bed with his boxers and socks. Juanita went up to Marty leaned and kissed him tenderly. One hand strayed to his growing bulge, the other tweaked his nipple. She kissed his throat, licked his chest and briefly sucked on each nipple. She left a trail of saliva as she fell to her knees. Her bright red nails gripped his penis and within seconds his erect cock was exposed. Juanita's eyes never left his as she took the head into her mouth. Marty watched from above, noticing the large black eyelashes, heavy with mascara, and his cock deep between Juanita's full red lips. She knew how to use her lips and tongue to get him rock hard and bring him to a shattering climax. Juanita stopped her oral activity and reached for her purse which lay on the bed, Marty's cock still partially in her mouth. She opened it, removed a small packet and tore it open. She looked at Marty, removed him and placed the condom in her mouth, tip end first. She went back to his cock and took it in her mouth again. Her movements rolled the condom over his erect penis. She didn't want any leaks during the reception. By the time she had fully rolled the condom over his cock, Marty was ready and stood up. He helped Juanita up. She went to the foot of the bed, gripping the metal foot rail. Marty moved quickly behind her and removed the small plug in her rear passage. He positioned himself at the entrance and thrust in. Because of prior lubrication, held in by the plug, he slid in easily. He leaned forward and stroked her breasts. Juanita moaned softly and pushed back inviting in Marty's hard 7 inches. It didn't take long for Marty to build up a rhythm and found himself erupting huge loads into Juanita. She appeared to shudder with release at the same time. He withdrew slowly, exhilarated and exhausted. The rubber tip showed the large amount of deposit. He reached for the plug and inserted it deeply back into her preventing any leakage. He turned Juanita around, kissed her and held the condom to her mouth. She opened wide and accepted his seed swallowing all. She licked her lips with a smile. Marty put his hand at Juanita's crotch and extracted the condom that had covered her penis. She opened her mouth knowing what she wanted and moved his hand to her mouth. It didn't contain as much but she swallowed silently. "My wedding cocktail," she said huskily. She bent down and licked the head using her tongue to extract every drop from the slit. They kissed passionately savoring the taste. "We have to get ready," Marty said. "Shouldn't keep our guests waiting. We have the first dance." He pecked her on the lips and watched her wiggle her plump bottom to the ensuite bathroom. It had been very satisfying to penetrate his new wife. Each time she brought him to new heights with her talented mouth and anal opening. He adored his new bride, surprised at himself. A mere eight months earlier he could never have imagined that he would be married to this lady and be father of a baby daughter. It took almost an hour for Juanita to get ready again. She looked radiant and beautiful with a soft glow to her cheeks. She checked that any lipstick marks on Marty's mouth and face were wiped clean. Marty gave her his arm and they slowly descended the stairs to the ballroom. The handsome couple were loudly cheered by all the guests. They could all have imagined what took place in the honeymoon suite within the last hour. The music started and Marty dutifully took his new wife onto the dancefloor. "You are now my wife," he said into her ear. "You are now my wife Juanita "Dolly" Bradshaw." "Yo te amo," came the soft reply in his ear. He had a beautiful, sexy and very loving wife in Juanita and his mind wandered to the events that led to this marriage. There were some challenges ahead but he felt lucky and happy. For her part, Juanita glowed with happiness after a tortuous journey of the past months. She knew that there were still some hurdles but with her new husband and baby she would overcome all. Their baby would ensure their motivation. This is the story of how they got to this point. *** Marty Bradshaw impatiently grabbed his bag off the carousel and hurried through customs to the exit. He didn't have any problem but he saw a line build up at customs. He had had a great time in Mexico but had not traveled around as much as he had planned. The reason for this was Dolores "Dolly" Juarez. He had met her in a cafe and within hours had been so smitten he had decided to stay in Mexico City and not travel around. He spent as much time with her as possible and was soon head over heels in love with her. Dolly Juarez was a Latin beauty with tanned complexion, big brown eyes below long lashes and a wide mouth and thick, red lips that made them extremely kissable. She had medium length black hair. At 5 ft. 5 in she was a lot shorter than his 5ft 10 in. She weighed no more than 120 lbs. and had an amazing figure with oversized breasts. What she lacked in height and weight, she more than made up for with personality. She was quick to laugh and her face lit up when he said something funny. She was a teacher and spoke good English. He had been sad to leave her. Whilst he had not been able to have full sex with her because of the way she was brought up, (she said she was saving herself for a future husband) she more than compensated for with her mouth. She had brought him to mind blowing orgasms and always kissed him hard after that. She was also a great kisser with those full lips. Except for grabbing her breasts over her clothes, he had not been allowed to get down there to reciprocate. Dolly figured if she let a man touch her there, it wouldn't be long before she would let him go all the way. Marty was in love and wanted her to come to live in the US to be with him. He had met her parents and although they couldnt communicate much with him, their smiles and hospitality showed him that they approved of him. They had a large house, a mansion almost, and appeared to have a full set of influential people visiting every day. Given immigration issues, Dolly explained she needed visas and wouldn't probably be issued one. She did have a passport. It was a sad parting but they both avowed their love and Marty promised to do all to get her to the US. Because he needed to take over the family business, it would be difficult for him to move to Mexico soon. Dolly promised to do her best too. She had someone in the US and she would contact them. He promised to call often. The flight from Mexico City had been full and he was grateful to be home. But also sad at leaving Dolly. He hoped that he would find a way to get Dolly to be with him. He went back to his apartment and reality. He called his parents and confirmed he was back in town and that he would be in the office tomorrow. He sent Dolly a quick message that he was back home and missing her already. He needed to settle down to normal life. The days went by and Marty kept his promise and called Dolly every day. At weekends they made a video connection and were able to "see" each other. Their conversations often turned into very sexual situations and Marty had the need to masturbate to satisfy his lust. He wasn't sure if Dolly did the same but she certainly drove him wild with her threats in their sexy discourse. Some weeks after Marty returned he had his habitual Sunday video call with Dolly. It was just 8 am but 10 am for Dolly. "Hi Marty, how are you baby?" Dolly's smiling face appeared on his laptop screen. "Great now I'm seeing you and talking to you. I miss you," Marty replied. "That's good to know. I miss you too. I wish I was there with you." Dolly face broke into a big smile. "Well, babe, I may have a solution..." "Great," Marty interrupted. "Great. Only if you are willing to go along. It will require you to do somethings.....". Dolly left the sentence hanging. "I don't want to do anything illegal," Marty explained. "I don't think so but there are risks for you and maybe more for me." "Oh, don't do anything to get into trouble." Marty's voice showed concern. "Marty, I don't think you and I want to wait more than ten years to be together so...." "Dolly, I wouldn't want that either but if the risks are big. I don't want you getting into problems." "Well, I am willing to take the risk. Are you?" "What do you have in mind?" Marty needed to hear Dolly's plan. Dolly went on to explain what she had in mind. It took some minutes and Marty listened intently. "Wow! Are you sure? You think we should try." "Marty you have to do everything we agreed. I would like you to use video when you do anything with, let's say, Dolly. You have to think this person is me. She will do everything to please you, like I did." Dolly's inference was clearly sexual in nature. Marty understood well what she meant. His doubts were diminished when he thought of Dolly's passionate kisses and oral ministrations. Dolly could see Marty's reaction "So what happens now?" "Well, are you going to be home this evening?" "Yes, I am seeing my parents for lunch and will be back here by 4 or so." "Well, let me see if I can get Dolly to meet you around 6. Have your video on and treat her like you would treat me. Ok?" Marty's mind was racing. Knowing Dolly's playful nature, he was quite sure that it was Dolly herself. He did his 5 mile Sunday jog and after a shower went to his parents, Marty's parents were very traditional and served him their traditional Sunday roast. They talked about home and his preoccupation with the girl he had met in Mexico. They asked why she couldnt come over. They would even pay her fare. Tom couldnt explain that Dolly had no visa and getting a visa for a young, single female was complicated. Whilst he was excited internally, he just told his parents he had a plan and hoped to see her very soon. After he met Dolly tonight he would have more confidence. He mentioned he had some chores and returned to his apartment by 4 pm. On the way back he bought two battles of a nice wine and wondered about dinner. The minutes ticked by and Marty had a hard time to concentrate on anything. The time was fast approaching and Marty setup his laptop so Dolly could hear and see what went on. A few minutes before 6, his laptop pinged. It was Dolly. "So Marty, are you ready to meet me?" Dolly asked in an excited voice. She was dressed in a bright red mini dress with spaghetti straps. Her face was well made up with those full lips in a matching color. "You look hot," Marty said, "where are you?" "At home. But I sent you my double." Dolly laughed. "Remember, you must greet her the same as me." Just then there was a soft knock on the door. Marty's heart beat faster as he went to the door and opened it. His mind and mouth froze: Dolly was at the door. She was dressed identically to the picture on his laptop. The lady came in to the apartment, a big smile on her face. "Surprise. Are you going to say hello?" she asked softly. Marty grabbed her, hugged her and planted his lips on hers. Dolly was not slow in wrapping her arms around Marty's neck and allowed his tongue to thrust deeply. They ground their bodies and spent many minutes crushing their lips together. Loud clapping interrupted them. Onscreen Dolly was enjoying herself. "I am going to let you guys enjoy yourselves. Be good now. Marty, treat her right." Onscreen Dolly cut out. Marty still held onto his Dolly afraid to let go. She looked so much like Onscreen Dolly but he didn't understand how she could appear here. He was mesmerized by the Dolly in his apartment. He led her by the hand to his small kitchen table and opened a bottle of wine. They clinked glasses. He kept looking at her hardly able to believe his eyes. "What would you like to eat?" Marty asked. "Anything," she said softly. Whilst she looked like Onscreen Dolly's twin, her voice sounded different Perhaps he was imagining it but he knew that there was a lot he didn't understand. "Would you like to go out or shall I order something?" "Marty, you choose please. I don't know this area." Marty thought for a moment. "Perhaps we can order pizza and talk. Is that ok?" Dolly looked at Marty and nodded. "Yes, ok," she replied. Marty ordered a thin crust with half vegetarian and the other with prosciutto. He forgot to ask Dolly what she preferred. Pizza arrived and they toasted with wine. Dolly just ate a couple of mouthfuls. They spent time on the sofa sitting close to each other. There wasn't a major conversation. Marty had his arm around her shoulder and asked about where she lived and how long she had been here. Her only response was "Didn't Dolly tell you that?" "Well no," Marty said hesitantly. He didn't want to upset either Dolly but he was curious. "Marty, speak to Dolly. She can explain everything. She just told me to take good care of you and leave the details to her." She snuggled up closer to Marty and raised her face, lips slightly parted. Those lips were too inviting. Marty moved his mouth over hers and thrust his tongue in. Dolly gave in and let him explore her mouth. They kissed for a long time. He was deep into the kiss after more than a month of waiting when Dolly's hands moved to the growing bulge in his crotch. Without interrupting the kiss Marty undid the button and allowed Dolly to move his jeans down to his knees. His boxers followed. Dolly broke off the kiss and moved in front of him trailing kisses down his neck she rolled up his polo neck and left a trail of spit down his chest, pausing to insert her tongue into his navel. She continued the journey down and licked his shaft from root to tip. She lifted his growing penis and took one ball at a time into her mouth. When both balls were coated in her saliva, she took his cock deep into her mouth in one swoop, then agonizingly slowly as she moved up and down massaging his sac. She looked up at him and saw his eyes half closed in sheer bliss. It didn't take much longer for him to erupt. His wait of a month must have produced a flood of cum. Dolly swallowed all and when he was finished, crawled up and kissed him hard allowing him to taste himself. Onscreen Dolly had always done that before in Mexico. Marty still had something he wanted and tried to lift up her dress. Dolly was not ready for that and repeated her words to him from before. "Sometime soon, when I am ready," she said kissing him lightly. "You know I want to wait for my special night." "I really want to do this. Please?" Marty pleaded. "Soon, I promise. I must go. Can I use your restroom?" Marty watched her hips sway into the restroom. He didn't understand why she refused. Was she hurt down there? He wanted badly to please her. The Dolly at his side had been very giving and had pleasured him without a thought to herself. His experience in Mexico had been similar but there were subtle differences. They were almost identical in looks and mannerisms yet there was something he couldnt identify. He realized that there were definitely two Dollys. The girl in Mexico is who he had fallen for. Yet the Dolly who had just given him a great blow job had spent more time to pleasure Marty. In Mexico, it was hurried and whilst he did enjoy it, it had felt different. Dolly returned after freshening up. She looked Onscreen hot. "Can I drop you off somewhere?" Marty asked. "No thanks. I am ok." Dolly grabbed her purse. "When can I see you again? Can I call you?" After a month without Dolly. Marty was desperate to spend more time with her. Dolly looked at him wistfully. "You have Dolly's number. You can call her anytime," she replied softly. "Yes, but you are here and she is in Mexico. You must have a cell?" Dolly smiled a beautiful smile. "Of course. It's the same as the number you have. Call anytime." Dolly kissed him briefly on the lips and left. It was just 9 pm. Marty was disturbed by the beep of a video call. Dolly had left just a few minutes ago. Marty rushed to answer. "Well, hello Marty, did you have a good time? I enjoyed it very much." Onscreen Dolly was very cheerful but sounded different to the Dolly who just left him. "I had a great time and it was so good to see you." Marty had to play the game. "Yes, for me too. Did you enjoy the end? It was pretty intense." "How could I not? But why won't you let me take care of you? I would like that very much." "Yes you probably would. But as my mama says, good things are worth waiting for. Don't you think?" "Yes," Marty replied dejectedly. "i don't understand this. Much as I want you and enjoy being with you, I don't know how to understand this." "It's tough for me too, Marty, but if you want to be with me, you'll have to be patient." "But, but you were just here. I know you can't be in two places at once. I don't understand." Marty was pleading with her. "You'll see more of me now and I promise I'll take good care of you." "I know but I am confused. Please, Dolly, tell me what's going on? I want you to get to know my parents too." "I want to meet them too. Tell me when and I will be there." "You mean you or the other Dolly?" "Marty, there is only one Dolly. Did you notice a difference? Didn't you get what you liked?" "Yes but I don't know. It's confusing. Can I see you Tuesday or Wednesday?" "Of course. I'll be there at 6 pm on Tuesday. Satisfied?" "Yes, if course. I'll see you then." Marty was very confused. He was happy to meet Dolly and grateful for the release, but he couldnt help but feel something was amiss. He didn't want to tell his parents anything. He needed to find out quickly. There was nobody he could share this with. Monday and Tuesday saw his confusion growing. He knew that the two Dollys had to be different. Yet they looked so alike. Could they be twins? He wondered how he could fix this. On Tuesday evening, promptly at 6, there was a knock in his door. It was Dolly in a bright yellow mini dress that showed off her tanned skin well. Of course just as there was a knock on the door, the video chat pinged. "Hello Marty, hope you are good?" onscreen Dolly's voice boomed. Marty pulled Dolly in and hurriedly closed the door. He came into view of his laptop, Marty just managed to say "hi" when Dolly grabbed him and putting her arms around him, gave him a deep and passionate kiss. She pressed herself against Marty. "Hope you like the way I say 'Hello'," onscreen Dolly said. "Oh yes," Marty replied in between another deep kiss," "Well enjoy yourselves. I'll catch up with you later." Onscreen Dolly hung up. Marty and Dolly embraced for a moment. "I thought we could go out for dinner. Ok?" "Anything," Dolly replied. There was the other difference. This Dolly was a little quieter. "Can I check my face?" She asked quietly. She opened her purse, took out a tissue and wiped away the lipstick on Marty's mouth. She went to the bathroom. Marty wondered about her: she was definitely more passionate than he remembered from his Mexico days. But this was a more relaxing location than the back of a car or even his modest hotel room in Mexico. He was determined to find out more. They walked the two blocks hand in hand. There was a small bistro. Of course Dolly got a lot of attention as she entered. Marty basked in the knowledge that everyone was admiring his lady. They got a small table and Marty ordered for them. They shared a salad and a pasta dish. Two glasses of wine accompanied the meal. Marty tried to draw Dolly out into conversation but her answers were short. When he asked more intimate questions, Dolly told him he knew whom to call. Marty admired this Dolly. She was quiet, answered his questions and smiled often. There was also something that showed fear and anxiety. It was subtle but Marty had no cause for concern. However, he hadn't discovered more about her, the other Onscreen Dolly and the game being played. Dinner was over just after 8 and they walked back to his apartment hand in hand. In the apartment Marty poured them each a glass of red wine. They sat close to each other. Marty had his arm around Dolly. She leaned on his shoulder. He raised her head and gave her a long kiss. She opened her mouth and let him explore. Her hands moved to his crotch but Marty had other things in mind. "Come sit on my lap," he invited her. "Don't worry, I won't do anything. I have my pants on." Dolly looked at him uncertainly and then moved onto his lap facing him. She had to lift her skirt to do this. She looked at him, face inches from his, trying to determine what he wanted. She pecked him lightly on the lips. Marty pulled Dolly to him. She rested her head on his shoulder. He hugged her tight and kissed her hair. Dolly lay still, silent, nestling comfortably against Marty. He nuzzled her ear and gently sucked at her lobes. Her movements indicated she was responding positively. There were a few moments where they both were silent. "Dolly, I have to call you that, I need to talk to you seriously." There was no reaction. Dolly's head rested on his shoulder. He stroked her back and pushed her slightly away from him. "I really need to understand this game. Whatever it is, I promise it will be ok." He continued to caress her back. Another silence ensued. Marty held Dolly gently off his shoulder to face him. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Two black trails descended from her eyes. "I can't tell you without putting my mother into danger." Dolly was looking closely at Marty, the two trails of tears indicating her distress. "Dolly, I would never hurt you. I know something is going on. I too am involved but unless I know, I may put you and me into danger. You have only met me twice but I need you to trust me. Please?" Dolly looked at me with a very sad face. "They'll hurt me like before," she said softly. "I don't care but my mother would lose everything." Marty pulled her to him. "Dolly, I have to call you that, you appear to be in danger and the Dolly in Mexico is laughing at our expense it seems." "You don't know them. Please do not push this. I'll do anything you want. Please?" "Look, Dolly, you don't have to do anything for me. I can see you are scared and it seems there is more to this than appears. Dolly, I care for you and want to help you. Please let me. I promise I'll not do anything to hurt you or your family." Dolly looked at him closely. New tears were forming. "I can't. They will cause me problems." Dolly slid down and tried to undo Marty's pants. She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes. "She will call soon," she said. Marty looked at the clock on his TV set. "Yes, but you don't have to do anything. Just repair your face and I'll tell her how great it was." Dolly rose, kissed him on the lips and went to the bathroom. Marty stood up and undid his Polo shirt and unbuckled his pants trying to convey that Dolly had performed. It wasn't a moment too soon when Marty's laptop pinged and Onscreen Dolly cane on. "Hi Marty, hope you're having a good time." "Oh yes," Marty replied. "Dolly's makeup got a little smeared. She is in the bathroom doing repairs." "Yes I can imagine that she needs to repair it. " Mexico Dolly laughed. "We like using our mouths to please our men." Another small laugh. Just at that moment Dolly appeared from the bathroom, freshened up with a new coat of that fire red lipstick. She gave a small wave to the Dolly on the screen. "I hear Marty is very happy. He said you took good care of him tonight." The meaning was clear. Dolly had provided oral relief to Marty. "So, Marty, when do we meet again?" "I have some customers so Friday on and the whole weekend would be great," Marty replied enthusiastically. "I will keep the weekend free. I look forward to it. Be good now and I'll see you Friday." The connection was broken. Dolly came up to him and hugged him. "Thanks," she said and went to undo his pants. Marty stopped her. "I love when you do that, but I don't want to cause problems. I want to know who you are, what you do and where you live. I also want to know what your relationship is to that person and you meant by threats to your family." Marty saw the frightened look on her face. "Dolly, please come and see me tomorrow evening and tell me all. I swear I won't say a word. This affects me too, you know." Marty gave her a fierce embrace. Dolly lifted face up and gave him another tender kiss with her tongue thrusting. This was personal and passionate. Whilst he would not refuse sex with either Dolly, the one in his arms was more tender and loving. He felt for her. "I'll be here at 5 or so. Please come. I can and will help you." Dolly gave him another deep kiss and left. Marty detected another tear forming. He wondered if she would come by and explain. He truly felt sorry for her. He felt she had given of herself. In Mexico, Dolly had been eager to please but it seemed more mechanical. Perhaps he was confused. Marty spent the next day in a daze. He knew something was going on in Mexico and he was being played. He wasn't sure what part the Dolly near him played. However, he felt that her tears were sincere and he could sense her fear. It must be serious he thought. He was listless all day and even his parents noticed his preoccupation at work. He just said he had not slept well and that he would get an early night. Marty left promptly at 5, heart beating faster. He had no way to contact Dolly except through Mexico. He clearly couldnt do that. He had some wine ready and got a frozen lasagna on his way back home. They wouldn't be going out tonight. At 6.15 he heard a soft knock on the door. Heart beating faster he opened the door. Dolly stood there with a sad face. Her white blouse and short black skirt highlighted her slim figure. As before, she was perfectly made up and looked like a twin to Onscreen Dolly. The heels were perhaps just 3" high. "Come in please," Marty said and invited her in. She didn't reach for him and kiss him passionately as before. They both stared at each other, uncertain and hesitating. The silence was awkward. After a few minutes of this stare down, Marty grabbed her and hugged her tightly. His mouth found hers and he tried to thrust his tongue deep into her throat. Startled for a moment Dolly dropped her purse and put her arms around Marty's neck. No words were spoken. They paused for breath and after another long lip lock. "Thanks for coming," Marty said still hugging her tight. He got no reply just a tighter hug. He led her to the sofa and went to his small kitchen and brought out the wine. All this was done in silence. Marty sat close to Dolly, thighs touching and clinked glasses. "I couldnt sleep last night thinking about you," Dolly said taking a small sip. "I kissed you on Sunday because Dolly told me what she wanted me to do. But after we talked and saw how kind you were and sincere, I just followed my instinct. Please believe me. I couldnt wait to see you on Tuesday. I know that if we continue to meet it will come to a point where I would not resist your ...your attention. That would be a disaster." "Dolly, I will continue to call you Dolly, you have no idea how happy I am that you came." Marty grabbed her hand and held it firmly. "I will never hurt you but I desperately need to know what is going on. I need to understand. It seems like Dolly in Mexico is playing chess and we are the pawns." Dolly gave him that sad look again. "Marty I want to trust you. I hope you won't hate me or hurt me after I tell you what I know." "Well. Before you start, I will put the lasagna to heat. We can eat in an hour. Ok?" Marty paused. "I'll never hurt you. I promise." He leaned forward, kissed her lightly and rose. Marty returned from the kitchen with the bottle of wine and refilled their glasses. "OK, take your time." "Can we move to the kitchen? I would like to face you." They moved to the small table and sat opposite each other. Dolly took a sip of wine, eyes fixed on Marty "Did you meet Dolly's family in Mexico?" "I met her dad mostly but her mum several times. They didn't speak much English. I was there almost every day. There were a lot of people always in the house. I met many but I don't remember," Marty replied. "You may have met my mum, she and Dolly's mum are twin sisters. I was born about two months after Dolly with the same father. Don't look so surprised, that's why we live in the same house. So we are so similar and grew up in the same household. We played with each other. We played dress up and I borrowed her clothes as she had a lot nicer ones. We had the same hairstyle and many thought we were twins. My mother didn't mind as I was happy. I got used to dress up like her. We had fun as some of our friends couldnt tell us apart. We went to the same parties and had the same friends." There was a short pause for s sip of wine. "About two weeks before you came to the house, there was a big party at the house. Lots of people came. Dolly had made 'dates' with two different guys for the same event but she didn't tell me. Everybody was eating, drinking, dancing and having a good time. Dolly slipped away from the party with Carlos. She forced me to go with Roberto who thought I was Dolly. We were dressed and made up identically to fool our friends. When I wasn't ready to "play" with him the way he wanted, he beat me up badly. He kissed me and wanted to force himself on me. I had never done it before and I was ready to use my mouth if I had to but he didn't want that and beat me. I was seriously hurt. One day later, Dolly's parents decided to move me to a relative here and I was smuggled by some of their friends. I was moved to several cities quickly and then here. Her relative here owns a hair salon. I've been here just over a month. My face and body have just healed. They are sending me money till I find work. I am not here legally so I can't work. I help her relative in the salon sometimes. But it took many weeks for my face and body to heal properly. I am learning English. Dolly pays for my clothes and makeup. I need to look like her all the time." "I am really sorry to hear that," Marty said closing his hand over hers. "You look fantastic. Let's pause and have the food." Marty brought out two plates and took the lasagna out of the oven. Dolly spooned two small scoops onto her plate. They ate in silence. A myriad thoughts were going through Marty's mind. He now understood the similarity and differences between the two. Dolly took only a couple of small mouthfuls before she stopped and pushed her plate away. She looked at Marty. "How long did you spend with Dolly?" "More than two weeks I guess but we were together almost 18 hours a day. It was pretty intense." "So that must have been just after the party. Otherwise I would have met you. At the party whilst Roberto was hurting me, Dolly and Carlos were...were playing. They didn't hear my shouts. Another guest found Roberto and kicked him out and took me to my mother. This next part will hurt you. "Dolly asked Marty for some water. "This is the difficult part. After I was here some weeks, Dolly discovered she is pregnant. A few days before that she told me I had to be her and do everything she tells me. She called me and told me about the baby and you. Her parents are forcing her to give up the child. Carlos has disappeared. I'm sorry to tell you this." Marty sat there stunned. That might explain why Dolly wouldn't have sex with him. "I think she suspected she was pregnant some weeks later as they had unprotected sex." After a long silence, Marty drained his glass of wine and filled up his glass. "So, why the deception? Why involve you? Why do you stay dressed like her?" Dolly looked at him with a sad face. "Dolly was always cleverer than ne. Since I was here and she and I were almost identical, she wanted to convince you to marry me. I would be Dolly Juarez and become your wife. Then after you had legal papers for Dolly, I would go back and she would come here. Possibly the baby could be born here and I would disappear." Dolly began to cry quietly. "Dolly also thought that if you wouldn't want the baby, I could look after the baby as its mother. I would look the part. Only the family would know. I am sorry, Marty, really sorry." Marty got up, went to Dolly and hugged her from behind. There was a few minutes of silence. "Why did you agree to do this? Surely that was very unusual and risky for you." Marty went back to his seat. "Several reasons, Marty. If I didn't agree, Dolly promised to make life difficult for my mother. She is totally dependent on Dolly's family. Secondly, this is even more difficult for me to say, she promised to take care of me." "What does that mean? She owes you for getting beaten up?" "I think you will hate me and be disgusted but I need to tell you this. Just a moment." Dolly rose and disappeared into the bathroom leaving Marty in total confusion. How could Dolly have deceived him and concocted this idea to marry him. He was deep in thought when Dolly reappeared. He looked at her in disbelief. She was completely nude. She was trying to hold back tears. She had beautiful breasts, a narrow waist with well-rounded hips. Marty was staring at something lower down: a penis hanging at her crotch. Dolly stood by Marty. "From early in life I knew I was happier as a girl. Dolly knew of course and encouraged me to be who I wanted to be and gave me clothes and makeup. Our parents thought it was a big joke and got used to see me in dresses. My mother didn't mind as I was happy. I was more feminine than Dolly. We had fun playing at being each other. I was born Juan but was called Juanita when I dressed. Now you know why I couldnt let Roberto use me. He would have killed me. These are not my breasts. They are glued on but they are very realistic and make me feel like a real woman. Dolly sent me the money to buy them as the foams pads I used would not have been good. Dolly's relative knows and helps me with keeping my body free from hair. Marty, I'm sorry I deceived you but I really had no choice. Dolly promised to pay for my breast implants and more if I wanted it." Juanita paused. "I don't know what will happen next. I'll disappear where nobody can find me. I have to help my mother too." Juanita went back to the bathroom. Marty sat there in a daze. His mind couldnt take in all that Juanita had said. Dolly had proven herself to be devious and dishonest. Juanita had been used but he had kissed a boy and had been sucked off by him too. He had enjoyed it but he could not overcome his numbness. It was hard to think of Juanita as anything but a female. Juanita appeared fully dressed. She had repaired her makeup and stood there, beautiful and appealing. Sadness and disappointment were written on her face. "Sorry," she said quietly and went into the living room to grab her purse. Marty heard the bang of the front door. He was shaken from his reverie and rushed out. He bounded down the stairs and saw Juanita's back walking slowly. Because of her high heels, she couldn't run. He ran for his life and caught up with her. He was so out of breath he couldnt speak. He hugged her from behind and struggled to maintain their balance. "Please, wait," he said holding on to her. "Please come back. Please? We can't talk out here." He looked at Juanita and kissed her. They walked back to the apartment arms around each other in silence. As they entered, they faced each other and kissed. "I am sorry Juanita. I know it must have been hard to show yourself like that. I am trying hard to understand things but I don't want you to stop seeing me. Give me some time to absorb this. Please?" Juanita nodded and raised her face for a kiss. Her hands moved down his body and found a big hard bulge there. Without breaking the kiss, Juanita undid Marty's belt, dropping his pants to the floor. She stroked his hard member now fully extended. She looked at him for approval and sank to her knees. It was over in minutes and Juanita let it deflate in her mouth, gently extracting every drop. "Before Sunday I had never done this to a man. But Dolly and I had played many times and she showed me with her mouth." Juanita looked up at him. "We had fun pleasuring each other with our mouths. So I know the pleasure it gives." Marty helped her up. "I am sorry for all you have been through." Juanita just hugged him. "As long as you don't hate me, I am ok. That was something I wanted to do. It was not for Dolly." "I have a lot to learn. But I need to know a lot more," Marty said. They went back to the kitchenette and took a sip of their wine. "Juanita, how did Dolly think you could hide your..your extra parts from me? Even if I didn't find out before the wedding, I would have found out that night. Why would I agree?" "Not sure. But we have two ceremonies, sometimes weeks or months apart. We need to register and are legally married. This is known only to a few friends and family. Then there is a big church ceremony with many people. Nobody would know I wasn't Dolly and it wouldn't matter. You would be married and would find out about me too late. It wouldn't matter as within days you could be with the real Dolly. She didn't think you would cause a big problem. Dolly thought you would be too embarrassed. Worst case you would beat me up, I suppose." She didn't need to finish the sentence. "There is no problem for you as Dolly doesn't know your friends or family." Marty was thoughtful. "Did she send you all the documentation including passport? I told her I need everything to apply for a visa." "She says it has been sent but I have not received it yet. Why?" Juanita was surprised at the question. "Are you willing to continue this game a little while longer?" Juanita looked at him and was silent. She had not wanted to do this. It was another prank until she found out about Dolly's pregnancy and her intentions. She had given Marty, something she had begun to like. She didn't regard kissing as anything serious. She had been used by Dolly. All these thoughts were racing through her mind. Was Marty going to use her now for revenge? "Sorry, I don't want to impose on you. But I need your help to get out of this situation. She can hurt your mother and you but there's nothing she can do to me. I am very glad you decided to share your story." Marty paused. "I promise not to hurt you and you don't have to do anything for me." Juanita looked at him with that sad face. "I told you I did it because I wanted to," she said close to tears. "There was no other reason." Marty went to Juanita and hugged her. "I know. I'm sorry. I loved it. So many thoughts going through my mind." Juanita embraced him and broke into a racking sob. She too was in a difficult place and originally because of Dolly. "Sorry, I am not trying to use you," Marty said. "But I do need and want your help. I will do everything to help you and your mother." Juanita looked closely at Mark. It was a face she had known only a few days. She had known Dolly all her life. Yet, she felt a sincerity with Marty. She knew Dolly wanted to please herself. Dolly was betting that Marty would reject the 'freak' and want a normal woman. She may have not even ever have disclosed the pregnancy to Marty. "What do you want me to do?" Juanita asked quietly. "Can we meet and act as normal with the video chat until you have the documents? You can tell her I want more if you know what I mean. She will understand and tell you to put me off. It will give us more time to think and plan. Ok? Don't worry about a job or money for the moment. Please don't hesitate to ask Ok?" Juanita nodded into Marty's chest. He lifted her face and gave her a slow lingering kiss with soft probing of her mouth. "That was because I wanted to," he said when they finally broke the kiss. They stayed in a tight embrace silently for a long time. Marty offered to drop her back but Juanita refused. She did give her cell number for emergencies. He told her she could call anytime. They were going to meet Friday as advised to Dolly and she would be meeting his parents over the weekend. Marty walked her to the bus stop. Still very confused, the next day Marty made some calls to immigration lawyers and authorities. He would not put Juanita in jeopardy. He could understand why a conniving Dolly might try to use his love of her to make a life in America. He had truly believed that Dolly was well bred and didn't put out. But her actions said otherwise. He didn't believe Juanita had made up a story either. Dolly's actions in video chats and her insistence of Marty meeting Dolly #2 meant she had something over Juanita and Marty. Juanita had been forced to come to the US but at that time, Marty and Dolly had not met. Juanita. He had avoided thinking about her since last night. He was sure she was an innocent party. Her motives in this deceit were also clear. She was a perfect copy of Dolly and had suffered for it. He still couldnt believe what he had seen hanging between her legs. In every other respect she was feminine. Her breasts seemed real but she admitted they were synthetic. Marty knew many women had mastectomies and had either one or two breasts removed. Juanita wanted implants and that would look even more natural on her slim figure. Strangely, he was not repulsed. But that image would stay with him. He realized he had kissed her in spite of that knowledge and allowed her to pleasure him. Indeed he had enjoyed it greatly. He was torn between the two but he had noticed the sincerity of Juanita's desire to please him even though it had originated from Dolly. He had met her just three times. Dolly had kissed him on their second date in Mexico and pleasured him daily after their third date. He wondered if Dolly had planned all of this after she had met him. Marty was not an experienced lover. He had experienced several relationships that lasted more than a few weeks. He had experienced full sex with them within weeks. For some reason his accidental meeting with Dolly in a cafe had caused him to develop a deep feeling for her. Her beauty, humor and sexual attention were big factors. She was friendly, spoke good English and had ditched two girlfriends to come over to his table. He was mesmerized by her. His intense time with her led him to believe she was the one and he had enthused about her to his parents and friends. His parents knew he was smitten. He had indicated Dolly was in town and they were anxious to meet the girl who had stolen his heart. There was no contact from Juanita on the Thursday. Marty hoped she had not decided to disappear. He didn't know if she had the resources but he could understand that Juanita felt trapped between Dolly and himself. She had done things with him at Dolly's instigation originally. But her visit yesterday was totally voluntary and, he felt, sincere. He needed to wait for Friday. Marty decided that he would treat Dolly/Juanita as any other girlfriend and take her for dinner. He wanted to get to know her better. He could have easily walked away from Dolly & Juanita but he felt compelled to play it out. Something about Juanita caused him to obscure her anatomy from his memory. He was drawn to her. Promptly at 6 pm, Marty's laptop pinged. It was Onscreen Dolly and she was bright and cheerful and asked how he was. Marty said he was well and asked if Dolly would be able to spend the weekend with him. Onscreen Dolly turned serious. "You know I can't do that I told you that our custom is to wait till the wedding. You will want more, I think." "I know," Marty said. "But you are here with me now so this is one way to get to know you better before the day. Nobody is here to see you so why won't you spend time?" There was a pause. Marty saw Onscreen Dolly's face frown in thought. "I'll see," she said noncommittally. There was no way Onscreen Dolly was going to sanction Juanita spending the weekend as Marty would make a discovery way too early. Further thought was interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Marty opened the door and saw Juanita smile shyly. Some silent signal passed between them that they were live. Juanita entered and waited to be kissed. Marty had no hesitation to pulling her to him and planting a heavy kiss. Juanita was not slow to respond dropping her purse and wrapping her arms around Marty's neck. "That was a nice 'hello'," Onscreen Dolly's voice pierced the kiss. Marty had his arm around Juanita's waist as they appeared closer the camera. "Oh yes," Marty replied. During these calls Juanita said nothing. Marty and Onscreen Dolly did the talking. "So, where are you taking me tonight?" onscreen Dolly asked brazenly. "It's Friday, we should go dancing. Would you like that?" "I am not a good dancer but if that's what you want. I'll be happy to take you. If it gets late, you can stay here. Before you say anything I know your requirements. I'll sleep on the couch." Marty was doing his best. "We'll see. Should I trust you to behave?" "Of course. If not you'll probably never want to see me again," Marty replied. "That's true but I can't give up on you just yet. I want to be with you and trust you to be good." Onscreen Dolly looked at Marty & Juanita and sprang into a short burst of Spanish. Both Marty and Juanita were shocked although Marty understood nothing. Juanita blushed furiously. "I didn't understand what you said but I will leave it up to Dolly here. I have plans with her all weekend" Marty wanted the conversation to end. Onscreen Dolly noticed the change in tone. "Have a good time," she said and broke the connection. Marty looked at Juanita's worried face. He didn't know what to say. He switched off his laptop not wanting any accidental transmission to Onscreen Dolly. "What would you like to do?" Marty asked. "Anything," Juanita said softly. She appeared upset by onscreen Dolly's outburst in Spanish. "Are you wanting dinner and dancing as Dolly suggested?" Marty saw the look on Juanita's face and added "will she check?" Juanita looked at Marty, uncertainty written on her face. "She might ask but she cannot check." "Let's get out of here and get a drink. We can talk quietly." Marty grabbed her hand and led her out of the apartment. They walked two blocks in silence. There was a modest hotel with a bar. They went in. Marty ordered two white wines without asking Juanita. He took a large sip and asked, "Did you bring the pictures?" Juanita opened her small purse and handed Marty an envelope. She took small sips of her wine. Marty opened the envelope and extracted three photographs. He glanced down and was horrified by what he saw. These were images of Juanita after she was beaten up: two black eyes, a large bruise on her cheek on a face with streaked makeup. Her bottom lip was bleeding. It was frightening and his heart went out to her. Nobody deserved that. She had fallen to Dolly's game too easily but certainly didn't deserve this punishment. He looked at her and kissed her gently. "I'm so sorry," he said. There were no other words. Marty took a gulp of wine and asked, "So what did Dolly say in Spanish? If you don't mind sharing." Juanita looked at him. After a thoughtful minute she said, "I have to do what you want. If you want to take it further, I should offer you my... my back passage. I cannot show you my breasts or vagina." "Really? How does she think you can do that?" Marty had never considered anal sex. He had not got to that point in any of his previous relationships. "What did you say? Didn't you protest?" Juanita looked at Marty with a sad look on her face. "Marty, I know you have probably not met someone like me. I am also learning about being a woman. Until I have the operation, one of the ways to please my partner us to use my back opening. I also have my mouth. If you are happy with the partner, it would be normal. Some men and women do that too." "Ok, I can understand. But how does Dolly think you can hide those male parts from me?" "She didn't say. But she wants me to please you." "I would not force you, I hope you know that. It seems Dolly wants you to take all the risks." Much as he enjoyed sex, he had never forced any girl. Juanita was not just any girl but still Dolly was pushing the limits. "Let's go eat so you have something to tell Dolly." "I am not hungry. Something small is enough. Dolly just wants to see you happy so you don't lose interest in her." "We can get some bar snacks here and go to this Jazz club I know. It's not loud and they do have dancing if you like that." "Jazz music I like but we'll see about dancing. Yes, bar snacks sounds good." Marty ordered some small dishes. They talked about their lives and about their likes and dislikes. Juanita had led a sheltered life and had lived mostly in Dolly's shadow. She was not fearful for herself and worried more about her mother. She knew the path ahead would not be easy. There would be ridicule and rejection. However, her outward appearance of femininity and her gentle manner meant that only a life partner would know her true gender. Confused as Marty was about Onscreen Dolly and her intentions, he could not think of Juanita as anybody other than a beautiful girl who was happy to be at his side. If she had not volunteered the information and showed him her boy bits, he wouldn't have thought she was anything but female. They went to the club that Marty had mentioned. It was dark with jazz playing there was a small dance floor. Some people were dancing. Juanita wanted water and Marty stayed with white wine Juanita had never been in such a club. Most of the clubs she had been in Mexico were raucous with loud music and laughter. "Shall we take a picture for Dolly?" Marty asked. Juanita stood up without a word and let Marty lead her onto the floor. Thankfully it was a slow song. Marty asked a fellow dancer to rake a picture and he hugged Juanita tight and they both flashed big happy smiles for the camera. They swayed to the music and it didn't take long for Marty to find Juanita's soft lips. She molded herself to his body and Marty felt truly content. They went back to their table. Marty still held her hand and looked at Juanita. She looked fragile and vulnerable and caught in the middle between Dolly and Marty. There were men who cast admiring glances at Juanita. She certainly looked beautiful and alluring. He was proud to be with her. Juanita asked Marty if he could stop at a certain address. It wasn't too far away and Marty waited whilst she went to the apartment block. Juanita came out a few minutes later with a small bag in her hand. "So this is where you live," Marty said He didn't ask why she came back to the car. She had to follow Dolly's instructions. "Yes," Juanita replied softly. "It is a distant aunt of Dolly. I did not know about her till I came here. Dolly has never met her I think." They returned to the apartment. It wasn't that late. They sat on the sofa again, sitting close. "What do you want to do?" Marty asked after a silence. "Whatever you want," Juanita replied looking at him. "What does that mean? What do you think a girlfriend would expect?" Juanita looked at him again, eyes moist. "You can do whatever you want to me. You know that." Marty slipped down to kneel between her legs. He wrapped his arms around her. He reached up and kissed her gently. "Juanita, when two people like us come together, both want to please their partners. I know we didn't choose each other but we have experienced things together. Honestly, I have liked what we have done. Tonight, I want you to decide what you want. Dolly is not giving instructions now. If you don't want to do anything, it's ok. I can sleep on the couch." Juanita pushed Marty back until she could see his face. "Do you not mind who I am? I know you didn't choose me but I am not sorry Dolly got me to meet you," she asked seriously. There was no hesitation in Marty's response. "At first, just by looking it was hard to see any difference. But when you did things, it was different to Dolly. I still can't believe you are not a female. If I couldnt accept you, I wouldn't be here with you now. Whatever you decide, I will try to help you. Please believe me." Juanita leaned forward and gave him a tender kiss that lingered. "I want to be your girlfriend tonight. You know my experience but I want to try." Her voice was soft, husky as she tried to get up. Marty stood up with her. She put her arms around his neck and gave him another deep kiss, her tongue probing his mouth. After the kiss ended she took her bag and led him to the bedroom. "I need to get ready," she said. "I need a few minutes." Marty wondered what would happen next. He had no sexual experience with someone like Juanita. He felt the same as with his previous girlfriends: excitement! He felt no discomfort with the extra parts although he didn't know how he would react to touching them. He undressed to his boxers. Juanita appeared a few minutes later. She was completely nude, breasts hanging proud, wearing only her high heels. She looked fabulous and looked at him for any sign of disapproval. He was bereft of words and gazed at her poise and form. "You like?" she asked no moving. "Oh yes," came Marty's breathless reply. "You are beautiful. Really!" Juanita walked up to him and reached up for a kiss. Even if the breast forms were of silicone, they were soft as they were forced together by the intensity of their kiss. Their arms explored each other and Juanita pulled down his boxers. Marty stepped out of them without breaking the kiss. As he stepped out of them Juanita broke the kiss and left a trail of saliva down his body. She sucked on his small nipples and moved lower. His tumescence was rising as Juanita was on her knees sucking on his ball sac. She took each one into her mouth and rolled it around bathing it in saliva. She spent equal time on each ball and Marty's erection grew hard and firm. Juanita licked the shaft from root to tip and inserted her tongue into the fold of the uncut head. Looking up at Marty she began to insert the hard penis into her mouth. It was agonizingly slow but incredible ad her moist silky lips sucked him in fully. Juanita was able to take Marty's hard 7" to the root. Her arms encircled his butt as she pulled him in deeper. It didn't take long for Marty to erupt deep in her mouth. She swallowed and let it deflate completely in her mouth. Unlike his other girlfriends, Juanita and Dolly did not have any issues with swallowing. "I liked that very much," she said shyly. Marty helped her up. It seemed she was looking for approval. Marty kissed her deeply on her cum stained mouth. "That's how much I liked it," he whispered. They hugged. Whilst Dolly had always sucked him off, it was mechanical. Juanita seemed to show her pleasure doing this through passion. Marty led her to the bed. He felt her breasts. They were warm to the touch. He wanted to suckle on them but he knew she wouldn't feel anything. He kissed the space between her breasts and trailed down her body as she had done to him. Marty's hands wandered up to her breasts. Even though he knew what they were, he squeezed them gently. Juanita's body was smooth and silky soft just like Liza, his previous girlfriend. He wondered what Dolly's body would feel like. He also was avoiding the imminent contact with Juanita's rising penis. The moment of truth was approaching as he moved his hand down to her penis. It wasn't large, perhaps just 5" when erect. It felt smooth and he admired the texture which was similar to his own. He felt it grow in his hand and couldnt help but stroke it gently. He heard Juanita's soft moans of pleasure. He looked at her lying there, eyes half closed, with a glow on her face. She seemed happy with what he was doing. Seeing her pleasure Marty looked at the penis in his hand and kissed the tip. If there was a vagina there he would have licked it. So paying oral attention to his partner was normal. He took the head into his mouth and sucked it gently. Juanita's moans grew intense as he tried to take it in more deeply. "I'm almost there," Juanita said in a throaty voice. Marty looked at the serenity in her face and decided he couldn't stop now. He couldnt take it all in but kept his lips firmly clamped around the penis. In a moment there was a thrust and he could taste a salty mixture. It was not entirely unpleasant. Dolly had insisted on kissing him deeply after sucking him and he knew the texture. Juanita pulled him up over her body and hugged him tightly. There was a quiet stream of tears on her face. "Did I do something wrong?" Marty asked concerned. "No. I am so happy. Thank you. Only Dolly has done that before but it was different." Juanita pressed herself to him even more. The quiet didn't last long as Juanita kissed Marty deeply and reached down. It didn't take long for his member to rise again. She moved down his body and took it in her mouth. It rose to hardness quickly. Juanita watched Marty look at her with the tip of his cock in her mouth. She looked at him hesitatingly. "Would you like to make me a woman?" She asked nibbling his cockhead. Marty was amused the way Juanita asked the question. "I would be happy to do that," he replied. Juanita reached over to her purse and took out somethings. She tore open a sachet, gave his cockhead a kiss and rolled the condom on him. She pressed some lube from a tube and applied it generously to his encased cock; a large glob on a fingertip was pushed at the entrance to her anus. Juanita rose and sat astride Marty. She guided his cock to the entrance of her virgin hole. She slowly let her weight drive the cock in deeper. There was a moment of pain that Marty saw on her face. She stopped for a moment, smiled and then impaled herself more deeply. There were no words spoken as Juanita began to rise and fall. Marty never imagined the pleasure of the tightness of her passage. He tried to thrust but Juanita's weight limited movement. Soon he found himself at the edge and moved his hips up. Justina increased her speed and Marty found himself in ecstasy. Juanita too had erupted over his stomach. Slowly Juanita disengaged. She found the condom buried in her anus, the ribbed edge protruding. She looked at Marty's happy face and licked her own cum off his stomach. She then bent over and carefully pulled the condom out. The tip was full of Marty's juice and lifted the condom over her mouth and let his cum drip into her mouth. She smiled at him. "I didn't want to waste it," she said softly leaning forward and giving Marty a deep kiss. She lay on top on his embrace, both very content and fell asleep. "Will you keep your parts?" Marty asked when they awoke in each other's arms. "I am not sure. Anyway, I don't have the money so I am not thinking about it," Juanita replied. "What if money wasn't a problem?" he asked stroking her hair. There was a short pause. "If I had the money, I could get the implants first. These are good but not a substitute for implants. But it all depends what happens with Dolly." "Yes, we have to talk about that. We are going to meet mum and dad tonight for dinner. So I can drive you over get stuff. Dolly thinks you spent the night here anyway." "Yes, I need to do that. I will tell Dolly you used my back hole. She will want to know." Juanita, raised herself and looked set Marty. "How do you feel now?" "I feel great and happy. But we need to decide what to do about Dolly. Let's shower and have breakfast. I have some ideas. I also need to ask you some questions." After a shower, Juanita had already planned for a change of clothes. They sat at the kitchen table over toast and coffee. They each had their thoughts and needed to share them. Even without makeup, Juanita looked beautiful. Marty couldnt find any visual difference to any of his previous girlfriends who had spent the night. "Juanita, I need to ask you some personal questions. If you don't want to answer, I understand. But I have many things in my