I never gotover that loss and making clothes and talking about her was the way Icoped. I am sorry to have lied to you. You have been such a comfort to...meover the years.I always knew that you were different to most boys I knew and I am surethat at least part of the reason for your caring nature was the way youexperienced the female side of your persona when staying with me anddressing as a girl.'I was stunned - she had known about my cross dressing.'I am sure you thought you were very discreet. And it was every bit as exciting as I’d hoped it would be.Jay moaned, and slid his fingers into Scarlett’s hair, holding her head in his hands as she sucked his cock, feeling her head bobbing up and down on him as she sucked him. He moaned, and she slowly slid her lips off him then. Turning to me, she said, “Your turn. I want to see you suck him now, too…before he fucks me.”“My pleasure,” I said, moving over next to the beautiful bronzed cock. And then I, too, was sucking him, tasting the. I wasn't much of a drinker and I needed to have a clear cool head so I had just a small shot from a bottle of Southern Comfort that Cynthia kept in the pantry. She drank a good bit on occasion and this was one of her favorite drinks. I didn't care for the stuff myself and thought it tasted like medicine, but her talk of poison had already unnerved me, and other than tap water, her bourbon bottle was the only thing I could assume was safe to drink.Medicine, that gave me a bit of an idea!I made a. Then as Liz watched, he started to push it into her pussy. That feeling of first being stretched open and slowly filled with a cock came back to tantalize her. He hit every nerve ending in her pussy as his cock slid deeper and deeper into her. Finally, she felt his balls against her bottom, his pubic hair mashed against hers, and the head of his cock pushing hard against her cervix. Liz was in a state of Zen, her mind partly clouded by giggle juice.Moreover, her cunt was filled with a hard cock.