In keeping with the holiday motif, Lauren was wearing a long black jersey dress, very tight and form-fitting, and cut low enough in the front and back...to raise considerable doubt about the presence of any foundation garments. She was wearing black stockings or hose, black heels, and large gold loops in her ears. Peter could also smell perfume. “Wow! If he’s the trick,, “ he said, pointing at her son, “Are you the treat?”Lauren smiled at this. She hugged Peter and whispered into his ear, “You’ll. They knew this. Once they gave me a taste, they knew I'd work hard to get more. "Come on boy, work for that cock, back up onto it".Thrusts started to become deeper. Moans become louder from both parties. And I heard "suck harder bitch". And without hesitation, I took his cock out of my mouth, and while still being thrusted up up my ass, I stated "I want your cum in me"! And straight away, he happily laughed and said "Yeaaaahh"! :)Only a few minutes went by of happy fucking when I started to. Nothing about her – nothing at all – had given it away, except maybe her voice, though now I noticed the hands, larger than a woman’s usually were, and the hint of an adam’s apple in her neck. ‘Shag it, baby,’ he slurred, laughing, and she – I refused to think of her as a man, even after seeing what she had between her legs – began to stroke her cock. Initially it seemed to stiffen only a little, but then she fixed her eyes upon me and I watched it grow…magnify…harden immeasurably. Before my. This became a habit that whenever she wants to go home she will ask me to come with her just to talk. This went on for a year. One day we started traveling from her hometown to Chennai during night as our shift starts at 6 am.We planned in such a way like we can reach chennai by 4 so that we can refresh and go to office. As planned we reached Chennai and she told since it became early in the morning and just few hours for shift asked me to stay back at her house itself. I said ok. She stays.