"Go slow, lover. You're so big. The biggest cock I ever took." I'll try" was all I said. I meant it, but I wanted more than anything to shove my cock ...ll the way into this sexy cross-dresser's ass. It was with all my will-power that I gently pressed myself into him. Even going slowly, I had to push hard, though. He had given himself plenty of lubrication, but my cock was fatter than the plug he had just pulled out.I began pushing harder and harder. Martine moaned a little. Whimpered a. “What happened? How are you and Steve making out?”Diane just raised her head from the table just enough to glare at Kris.“Oops! Sorry about that,” Kris gulped. “Poor choice of words. But what happened?”Poor Diane could scarcely talk. “Somebody blabbed,” she said hoarsely. “Did either of you tell Steve that Cam kept you in orgasm for five hours that first time on the Yucatan?”“I certainly didn’t,” I reported.“Nor did I,” Kris echoed.“Well, somebody did!” Diane grumped. “So it was six fucking. After we all got checked in and rested a bit, we all got dressed up and went out to eat at a local restaurant. It was a nice little bar and grill type of place which usually had live music later in the evening. As we were sitting waiting on our food, I was tapped on the shoulder by someone. Just so happens it was a guy I had a previous encounter with (See my other story: The Thrill of the Unexpected). I was surprised to see him to say the least but even more surprised he confronted me in. Do I really want to go through with this?” Kitty asked herself in real fear. She looked at Mr. P again. “I don’t know if I love him or hate the son of a bitch, but if the girl in that film could survive it, so can I.”Kitty looked up at Mr. C. “What do you want me to do?” she asked in a whisper.“Stroke me to start with to get it hard. Then you can use your lips and tongue to get it wet. After that, I will take over,” Mr. C told her.Kitty sat up front of him with her legs crossed tailor fashion,.