It was almost as exciting as Margaret and Edie doing me.Ironically, despite my diminishing feelings towards men as a species, I fell in love with Davi...'s cock as much as anything else. Unlike many women straight or gay, the erect male organ has always been a thing of beauty to me. At fifteen I saw my first one, not particularly big or the prettiest I would ever see, but it throbbed in my hand like a live animal, and they way it spurted when I rubbed it was endlessly fascinating. I was. "Do you want to feel what's under them?" she whispered. "It's yours, anytime."I hissed in surprise. "Bridget, not here. And not now."Bridget laughed and held my hand tightly against her panties for a moment. She released my hand, only to put her arms around me. "I'm going to be yours Allen, and you'll be mine. Accept it now, or I'll chase you until you give in."I looked down, only to see a couple cops wandering the carnival. Immediately, I slid away from Bridget and sat on the far side of the. I pause on your clit, gently flicking it with the tip of my tongue before I suck it between my lips. I reach up and put a finger in your mouth. You suck it and when it is wet, I bring it down and slowly work it into your hot, waiting, pussy. Teasing your clit with my tongue and fingering you I can feel my cock grow from anticipation. I listen to you. Your body is trying to express what you’re feeling throughout your whole being. With every breath, every moan, and every movement telling me that. He hated to admit it, but he was enjoying the sensation of the nylon on his legs, so soft and feminine. Eventually, he had worked the pantyhose all the way up, molding his legs in sheer nylon and positioning the panty part comfortably over his backside. He adjusted seam across his toes, the candy apple red toenails screaming femininity through the hose. He had no choice now than to feel totally feminine.Next came the white half-slip. He put it on and loved the feel of it against his nylon-clad.