To be honest I felt like a piece of meat, she didn’t care who it was she was molesting, just another fuck toy was all I was to her. Usually in the s...reet when men stared at me like that, I would snap and tell them off. Yet in the grip of the strong woman I couldn’t even raise my voice, I just lowered my head in submissiveness.I felt myself wilt, now I really felt like I was being abused, the adrenalin from being molested against my will slowly started to seep away and I felt really tired and. Continuing to look down into her eyes, I slowly pulled her shirt up and off, then reached for her bra and pulled it off as well. ‘Always tell the truth, baby girl.’ I said, chastising her for the lie. ‘Does it turn you on to let people see what you are hiding under those clothes? So turned on you couldn’t even check with Daddy before posting pictures of yourself?’ A flush covered her cheeks as she thought of how turned on she had been before I had come home. Turned on by imagining how aroused. Our other hands each fondle a breast."Oh God, Tammy fuck my pussy now!"I feel her finger teasing her clit as I push two fingers in her pussy. We are pinching, pulling her nipples, watching the reflection in the mirror."Oh Damn, I'm cuming!"Charisse leans against me, as her body convulses in orgasm. Her nectar flows from her pussy to my hand and her inner thighs. We both wipe up her nectar and rub it on her stomach, breasts and neck. I dip a finger in her pussy, fucking her to another. He expected her to give one of the multitude of reasons why.He must be gay, he was a freak. It is stupid for a man to wear womenclothes. He must stop dressing if he wanted to be with her. They all hadthe common thread of the woman not accepting him dressingScott told Monica she would not want to date him for she disapproved ofhow he is dressed now. That he understood that she must be disappointedin him for not telling her sooner. He wanted to be upfront about hiscrossdressing, but felt that him.