I was fucking her as hard as I could, almost knocking her forward causing her to steady herself with her hands. “Fuck, your pussy feels so tight an... hot," I grunted, gripping her thighs, my fingers pressing into her skin. “Don’t stop," she moaned. “Tell me louder,” I demanded, thrusting my cock into her faster and faster. Stacy lifted her head. “Don’t stop, Rich!” she called. “Tell me what you want.” "I want you to fuck me, Rich,” she moaned. “Fuck my pussy.” I pulled my cock out of her. " He paused. "I am going to ask you to keep your pants on until after lunch."A collective groan rose from the group."We have plenty of time. Pace yourself. The ladies want to enjoy the amenities of the preserve during the weekend as much as you do so be considerate. They have agreed that there will be at least one of them in the bedroom at all times. That does not mean that they may not choose to entertain you elsewhere in the preserve, but they can decline such invitations except when in the. We were on the same wave length.A few weeks later.We're at home. Kissing. I've been fondling her all over the place above the waist. And so has she. However, we're both wearing jeans. Going further smoothly entails a dexterity neither of us will master for years. Still, the hormones press on. So I manage to slide my hand inside the back of her pants, while she takes a hold of my penis through the fabric.And this is one of the very few sensations I remember *extremely* vividly (and I tend to not. Granted, there were certain things that I had to that many women didn't, but it helped a great deal that I was young and thin, not yet having hardened into an aged masculinity. The longer we spoke, the more fascinated he became. Even more than the mechanics of being viewed as a girl, he fascinated by my ability to see the world through the eyes of a woman. He confessed that every man, no matter how much they loved being a guy, is naturally curious how it would feel to be the other sex for one.