Leaving the sports complex Pat thought of things he needed to do. High on his list was to get the oil changed in his automobile. He would go home, sho...er and shave and armed with a coupon he had clipped from the paper get this chore done. Laughingly he thought to himself that he had over five weeks to wait till Jill came back and changed his oil. He hoped that doing that was on her to-do list.Monday because of the rainy weather had Pat back at the sports complex to do his walking. This time he. I think this would be a good time to let youin on our secret." Secret?" Charles asked curiously."You see," his father went on, "I didn't only dress as Simone for theprom. I too continued dressing in private at every chance I got. Aftergraduation and after college I decided to create a place where I, andothers like myself, could indulge in their feminine or masculine sides inprivate without judgment from society. While I also have no plans tobecome a woman, I know how great it feels to be able. I was nowsliding almost all the way in and out of Mandy's ass as she quivered and moaned beneath me. She was even pushing back to meet my thrusts, driving her juicy ass into my hips and burying my cock deep inside her. My hands grasped her hips firmly as I pushed forward, mashing my balls against her dripping wet pussy and forcing her flat against the ground. "Oh yeahhhhhh," she cried out, her voice muffled by the carpet. She wasobviously enjoying the rougher treatment. I was almost lost in. He smiled at me. I gave a small kiss, and he signaled me to try inserting a finger inside. Not aware that was safe, I asked him innocently, “Will it hurt?” To which he reverted by asking, “Are you wet?” Of course, I was. I was literally dripping wet. I just nodded, an innocent me wondering how he could know that I was wet. He asked me to show it to him. I didn’t see anything risky in that. So I removed my hand from my skirt, pulled down my skirt a bit, at about half its normal length. I held 2.