He was sweet though. "It will be fine Steve. But really if there is anything I can do to make it better let me know. I mean I'm anxious too. Anything ...o help you would be well...helpful I guess."We laughed because my comment seemed really stupid. I guess I was talking too much because I was nervous. Steve seemed preoccupied at the moment. As I noticed him trying to work up enough courage to talk, he winced as he stated, "Well there is one thing you could do Ashton." Sure. What is it?" Maybe. "Fuck you, bastard," I attacked him, yanking my lips away."Is that you giving me permission to get those shorts off you, or are you being a bitch?" Both, asshole," I replied, rising to my feet. "If you want to fuck me, then fuck me, you home-wrecking bastard." Yes, wench," he added, grabbing them and tugging them down too. "Oh, a pink thong, Melinda? Do I have your permission to feel you now?" Yes, fucker."Then he brought his palms to my thighs and surely made them tremble a bit more. I still. His cock was curved but solid like metal banana. He pumped her hard her wetness slurping back on him, her electrode clit rubbing his flesh; both bodies feeling the battery feed direct to their genitals.His hand pulled up to her gag gripping the buckle unfastening with haste as he fucked in hard with angry, hungry thrusts. The ball gag came free her beautiful oval yawn allowed to close her white teeth in an disgusted grimace. She gave embarrassing grunts of sensation her voice horse but. “What can I bring you two to drink?” “Frozen strawberry margarita for me,” said Lacy. “Tom Collins.” “I’ll be right back,” said the waitress. As she walked away, Ben said, “That’s a man, you know.” “Really?” “Well, it was anyway.” “Tranny?” asked Lacy. “I think so.” The waitress returned with their drinks and Ben asked, “Are you trans?” The waitress smiled. “What gave me away?” “Adam’s apple,” said Ben. “I’m getting it shaved in a few months,” she said as she passed out the drinks. “Sadly,.