......so, ask yourself sometime........is that hottie I'm watching for the next few moments a female or a t-gurl??? Wink wink.OK, so, at the mall. Sh...pping for shoes......everybody does it including us "gurls". The real trick to "doing the mall thing" for t-gurls is to totally blend in and be just like the women that are there. They dress down and go totally casual for the most part......throw their hair up into a messy up-do, throw on some jeans, maybe a cute top then grab the coat and. I slid the shirt from her shoulders and bent to kiss her breasts through the fabric whilst Lydia moved my jeans over my hips and freed my straining cock. She began roughly to jerk her hand up and down and I nearly came but stopped her by kissing my way down her stomach, my hands following along her flanks then lifting her skirt over my head so that I was buried under her. She crouched a little and I kissed her through the fabric, loving the feel of her lips under the loose material. My hands. As he shrunk and slipped out, he said, OK your turn to one of the other men. I thought: Oh my God, I’m being gang-banged. I felt a different dick entering my butt. It was thicker than the first one that took by ass virginity, and felt a little longer. But God did it feel good. He was stirring it around and moving it in and out at the same time. What a feeling. He suddenly pulled out and said: “Babe, now stand up.” I did and he laid down with his huge hard prick sticking straight up in the. He had hoped to have a fun trip - a tour in Egypt, followed by a nice Mediterranean cruise. But the flight over was crowded, the temperature was too hot, and it looked like most of the women who would be on the cruise were attached. Or dumpy middle-aged women. Don deluded himself into believing that he wasn't a dumpy, overweight middle-aged man, that younger women would find him an attractive partner, and that he would, finally, so many years after his bitter divorce, spend some fun time.