His tongue explored my ass crack. He even stuck it right up the asshole. Then he kneeled behind me and put the head of his cock right next to the poin... of entry. We were both breathing hard. "Do me," I said. "Just fuckin' do me." He jammed his cock in my tight ass. Oooh, fuck yeah, it was good. My pussy gushed for him. He grabbed my hair and pulled hard.His dick went deeper inside me on each stroke. "All the way!" I screamed. His cock plunged deep inside me. My moans grew louder. His hairy. Say what again? Oh, you mean you wanna hear me say “pussy”… That asshole, of course I wanted to hear him say that, mine was melting from the sound of his voice. Baby, please repeat the dirty thing you just said. I want to be so deep inside your tight, wet pussy, Aly. Soooooo deep… My hands were suddenly caressing my breasts as I noticed vaguely that my nipples were as hard with arousal as my pussy was wet with it. I found I couldn’t answer for a few moments, but he must have heard the slight. I discovered long ago that the act of dressing en-femme makes it easier for certain men to get past their homophobia; that by being dressed as a woman makes it easier to begin the play - to get past that fear. In addition I also knew that were there to be a real female present in the room, one watching these forbidden activities and directing the play then there would be a heightened erotic spark. A woman who loved to watch, one ready to present her body as fuel to our fire. Even if she. “Talk, Peaches,” I said.“I don’t want to,” she said. “I just want to be here with you right now.”“Come on, Peaches, what’s bothering you?”She sighed deeply, “Life sucks.”“Why? Did something bad happen?”“I don’t know,” she said.“What do you mean you don’t know? Just tell me what’s bugging you.”“Red and Rose broke up,” she said.“Well, that’s not good. What happened?”“She stepped out on him when he was down in Florida.”“Wow! So that’s what’s got you all bummed. I totally get it.”“It’s not just.