" And do you let them?"She snorted. "No, honey, never. Don't get me wrong, I'm one hundredpercent a bottom gurl, and I love cocks, and I love gettin... fucked. Butnever from men." Never?"Shaking her head, she swallowed a sip of the wine."I'm a translesbian." A translesbian?" I only play with other gurls."She said it proudly, and honestly. That was her thing, and she didn'tcare who knew."And you, Jessica," she added, "how about you? I know you like toreceive, that you're a bottom gurl too,. ..David, you have not forgotten your favorite uncle have you...' Well he was never my 'uncle', but I did know who he was. There before me stood Charlie's uncle Harry, better know as horse dick Harry. To tell the truth I did not know what to expect, it had been a few years since him and I was together, my mind flashed scenes from that last encounter. I could see clearly his enormously huge male member throbbing before me as he poised it at my anal opening, looking down it's f******n inches of. In fact, she was soon prattling on about a different topic and asking for my opinion.It wasn't until we exited onto Lake Avenue that Sarah caught sight of the multiple signs for our hotel."No way, we're having dinner at the Broadmoor?" she asked incredulously."Hopefully we'll be having a bit more than just dinner," I leered in response.Starting at over $300 a night, the Broadmoor was one of the most expensive and luxurious hotels in Colorado. I'd reserved the Penthouse suite in the West. Two, maybe three inches in, she stopped, grunting. I could tell it was painful for her, so I just held her hand and told her to take her time. By this point my dick was throbbing with excitement, and it was everything I could do to stop myself from thrusting hard into her tight little pussy. She kept going, down, down, down, five inches, six, a little more, and soon I was all the way inside her. She was so tight I thought I was just going to cum right then. But I managed to hold it and she.