The blond wig from the picture was tightlypinned to my head, and Becca did my makeup so I looked like an innocent,doe-eyed teenager, with sweet, gloss... pink lips. I was a sharp contrastto her bright red lips and other wise severe image. Anyone looking at uscould tell who the top was in this relationship.It didn't take us long to figure out that we still had clearly differentideas about how I should dress for my date with Phil. Despite ourprevious conversation, Rebecca wanted me in a little. Their mouths meshed together, tongues absorbing the pleasures that were emanating from below, and moving in a similar rhythm. Helen's body, her very soul, now clamoured for the ultimate. She moved quicker, demanding a climax, and he recognised this, so his tempo increased.The climax was spreading between them, between their mouths and their sexual fusion. Helen would never be able to explain that moment as the movements launched them away somewhere beyond sensibility, yet the fires were. You know the material; you've been practicing on my head for the last two months, and I've never had a better haircut." You're just saying that because you love me running my fingers through your hair and my leaning over dangling my tits in your face." True, but what man wouldn't?"I dropped her off in front of the building, wished her luck and parked the car. I got myself a container of coffee, and found a place to sit and wait. Two and a half hours later my bride-to-be strode purposely out of. As I was looking at him that is when I noticed he shaves his arms, chest, legs and his little nuts too. I stood back up and whispered in his ear “Are you a cross dresser or just a little faggot?” He just stood there, so I said “Only cross dressers and faggots shave their whole bodies.. I bet you like sucking dick don’t you?” He shook his head no. “No.” I said, “You would rather be fucked in the ass?” as I squeezed his ass check. He just stood there. “I’m going to give you a choice boy.. My dick.