” I stood on my knees and scooted forward teasing the tip with my delicate lips. The heat from the soft mushroom was nice, kissing me on my most se...sitive area of the moment. My wetness easily spread over him, up and down, sliding along his full length. I wanted an easy glide: One last time before positioning the head just inside. Once I felt my lips encase him, I released and lowered myself. I watched, as he opened me up, stretching me like an oil tanker cutting through the ocean. From my. 6 As he hardens I let him easy enter my throat, his 11 inches or so threatening to harm a normal girl. But I am not normal. 7 My throat clamps to his head, making a perfect vacuum seal without even needing my lips. My isolated throat control is so great that I can ripple it over his cock in hundreds of specific points, an act that is only magnified as I start to bob my head, threatening to pull his cock with me every time I go back. 8. I make his balls my bitches, soft delicate hands moving to. Right?Seeing how excited Brett was to see his brother, I didn’t react to Trey’s hand on my breast, and I didn’t say anything later, in order to preserve the general mood of the moment. And for the next few days, Trey generally behaved, with only the occasional pat on the ass or lingering hug from behind with his arms pressing against my boobs, so it looked like things would be OK.I wasn’t overly surprised when Trey didn’t actually look all that hard for a job, although this didn’t seem to. That night I slid into my slinky new emerald nighty and drifted off into a wonderful dream, a dream I had not let myself have in a long, long time, a dream that started at age 12 with me growing up.. .differently... all right a GIRL! There, I've finally said it even if only in a dream. Alright, now I know what my nature really is. I want a lovely bosom and a shapely bottom. I want men falling all over themselves over me. Jerry is the phony and Vanessa is real. This was a little scary. The.