Sarah was bi, but I hadn't done anything with a guy since college. I had let a gay friend of mine suck my cock, and taken his in my mouth too, though...I had not sucked him to completion that didn't make me gay.Stuart lived in a condo in a residential neighborhood about twenty minutes from the neighborhood were we both lived. Sarah had coordinated the meet up online, and I have to admit that I liked how he would put me down, calling me "cuck," and "wimp-dick," bragging about his big black dick. Every so often, Bev would get in touch with me to let me know about the progress of Trent's feminization. "Oh, Tracy threw a big hissy fit when I told her that I had gotten rid of her male clothes. She kept on whining about walking in heels all day and being on display for all the men. I had no sympathy for her." Last week I started getting even tougher. I took away all his posters of bikini-clad women and all his Playboy magazines. Instead I gave him some posters of Ricky Martin,. Marlene was very much aware of what her roommate was doing. Even through her stocking and the less than sensitive skin of her knee, she could feel the heat of her roommate’s pussy. She even thought she felt a bit of dampness, but that didn’t make sense for the girl was wearing jeans at least, if not panties too. And her shirt, a blue work shirt she’d worn because it was so soft and cuddly to slip into after her swims at the pool, was yielding like soft sponge to her ministrations on her. . Splendid.”Eric was about to add more suggestions, when Andrea added chuckling, “By the way, I forgot: the lamb shoulder we're about to have is from Sisteron too. Any true Provençal will swear it's the best lamb in the world. And damn right they are.”“You really got me looking forward to it now,” said Eric, before taking a large sip from his glass of water. He added, “Back to the suggestions. I hope this won't bore you, but–“Rolling her eyes, she cut him short, “The lavender fields? Sure,.