And, yes, this was a little bit exciting.* * *I'm an open-minded guy. I'm liberal. I read about transexuals - thesedays, who can help it - and I do no... judge.So the idea of wearing a pair of panties to write it didn't reallyintimidate me. Hell, men's briefs come in so many colors and texturesthat they're kind of halfway there anyway.Hey, a lot of men like dresses. When I write a story about a guy in adress, I get a great deal of response. There are readers who project intothe lead role quickly. There was an audience for this of about fifteen college girls, mostly black, some from other minorities, who all seemed to know Amber, and were very attentive to Laura. She did not dare to look very closely at any of them as she stood behind the rostrum, gazing out at their young, expectant faces, fearing that she would focus on one and thereafter be completely flummoxed and speechless. After all, I'm not here to further a seduction, she reminded herself. Whatever Amber might insinuate. I'm. “Stop struggling or I will stop and walk away right now.” I immediately went completely still. Even knowing I was fucking a stranger in a public place, the idea of him not fucking me senseless RIGHT. NOW. made me feel panicky. I needed to know, I needed to feel that wave of pleasure rip through me. As if my body was speaking for me, my pussy clamped down on his cock, trying to pull him in more. As he pushed into me, completely invading me, burrowing deep, he shoved deep until there was no. At the intersection point of that perpendicular angle, my open mouth wrapped over his throbbing tool. I started moving it up n down slowly.I was stroking it with my hands simultaneously as I was moving my head. After a few strokes, it was fully erect. This time, when I moved up, I took it completely out of my mouth, pulled down the skin from the top and started licking the uncovered head wildly. The saliva from mouth and pre-cum from his dick had made my hands slobbery, but I loved it. From.