Lying next to her, she kisses him. She kisses him again, and slides her tongue between his slightly parted lips. Her juices still on his lips and tong...e, he lets her taste her. They embrace each other as their tongues dance together, a lover’s dance. He rolls on his back pulling her on top of him.Laying on top of him, she reaches for his arms. She grasps his wrists and hold them over his head. He smiles at her. "Now I am the boss..." She whispers in a stern voice. "Really...? You think?" He. I know my mother had some old clothes in the attic, so I agreed. I hurried home together with my best friend and we searched in the boxes of clothes. I found an old dress that fit me rather well. First I put it on above my boy clothes but my friend told me that you could see that I was wearing my clothes underneath. He had found an old bra, some panties and nylons. He said that if I wanted to play a girl that I should dress properly. Again I agreed. I stripped naked ( it wasn’t the first time. They always seem to bemaking passes at them and the women seem to like itthat way.” “Do these women ever complain about this attention?” “Not that I’ve heard.” “Do you ever wonder why?” Silence. “Well, I have heard rumors going through the office andwarehouse.” “What kind of rumors?” “That some of the white women are sleeping with theblack managers.” “Does that upset you?” “Yes, it sure. She knew they were blind to the facts, blind to the facts of her own needs, of Christina's needs."Gotta loosen up that cunt a little," Brad said, moving up to Barbara while Christina was still slipping out of her clothes. "Come on, lay down, lay down so I can make it easy for you."In a moment they were back on the hay, the sharp stubble scratching her flesh while her legs kicked and flailed against the wooden stall. Behind her Lightning was whinnying, stomping around nervously as Barbara wailed.