"What, you can't be serious," I said."I sure am. Don't you see, if you dress up like a girl, no one with thinkit's us. It's perfect." I just looked at...him, Carl didn't say a word. I wanted to do this so bad,but didn't want them to make fun of me."I don't think I could do that," I said."You know, I think it's a wonderful idea," said Carl. "If you get theright dress on, put some make up on, wear high heels and with your longhair done up like a girls, no one will think it's us." You really think. A woman, probably in her mid-forties, was approaching her from one of the aisles. She had a friendly expression on her slightly overweight face. She looked like she'd been taken from the 1980's: large hoop earrings, bracelets, tight pants; large hair. She was a woman who'd long since passed her prime, but she seemed genuinely friendly. And the fact that it was a woman, and not some sleazy guy, did much to relax the nervous girl."Uhm, yeah," she said, embarrassed. "Uhm, I'm looking for. .this…………..is………happening!” Her body thrashing around as I feel her pussy gripping my cock and soaking me with her juices while her fingers dig into my arms. Feeling her release sends me to go over the edge myself, and not wanting to cum in her, I grab the back of her head by her hair, pull out of her, and shove myself into her mouth as I begin to explode. She didn’t protest or fight me, she just starts sucking and bobbing her head up and down on my cock milking me of every last drop. As I. I could see the corner of Becky's lips curl upwards as she smiled around his cock. She began quickly bobbing her head and wet, slurping sounds soon echoed through the backyard.This went on for a few minutes; Peter's legs buckled repeatedly as his knees went weak. One of his hands drifted to the side of her head and the other gripped the base of her pony tail as he tried to urge her on to even greater efforts.Abruptly, his hands brought her to a stop. Her pretty green eyes flashed upwards in.