" What?" my mother and I said simultaneously."You didn't think that I'd leave you at home, did you?" Jeff asked."But it's for high school and college ...ids!" Mom complained."In this outfit, with your looks, you can easily pass for a college kid," Jeff said with a smile. "Doesn't the thought of dozens of frat kids leering at your sexy body turn you on?"Mom shook her head, but I could see that it did."Michelle, go help Jess get into makeup," Jeff said.When Michelle and Mom went upstairs, Jeff told. Being a spittoon and eating ass was one thing,but farting in my presence seemed to affect her harshly. She started weepingagain, making pitiful little noises around the buttplug wedged in her jaws. It took about five minutes before I was satisfied that all the cum has leakedout of her ass. Then I pulled the plug from her mouth, replaced it in yourass, and pushed her face down into the plate. "Dinner is served. Eat it while it's still warm and smelling like your shit,cum bucket." She was rigid,. It's not that interesting, unless you are me! When dressing I always fantasised about two things, either having sex with a guy whilst wearing lingerie and stockings or being pounded by a big black guy with a 12 inch cock. I got one but not the other!In one my chats with Steve he asked me about my cross dressing and why I did it etc. I told him that above all, I just love cross dressing. He had tried it in the past but it hadn't done anything for him. We got into a discussion about female. He was tuned up and ready to go. Placing the tip, she sprang lightly, tapping his erection into her vagina. Jeffery quaffed her exposed nipples. Francine set a moderate, steady pace, enjoying the smoothness of the ride. Jeffery’s motor was definitely running. He felt the rim of his knob brush her G-spot nerve bundle with every stroke of his piston and she purred like a finely tuned engine. Sometimes her scalp brushed the ceiling and she bowed in, pulling Jeffery’s head tighter to her bosom,.