He couldn’t help but notice how the salesman smelled like sugar and citrus fruits. He adjusted his pants and willed himself to think of scenes from ...aces of Death. It had been three weeks since he had gotten some pussy and around ten months since he last fucked a femboi. He didn’t fool around often with sissies – especially not this close to home – but he had on occasion after his first encounter at nineteen when he was attending junior college on a basketball scholarship.“What do you think of. I took a photo of that pose too, to make into a worship sheet with my cartoon added with spunk running down the front of my trousers, telling Her that was the moment of pants-spunking – though She usually knew when it was happening – to send to Her. I printed that sheet to hand to Her at the start of the next Worship Session, and She laughed and said “how many times have you looked at that then Graham?!” I told Her “all the time”, and She laughed some more. She knew exactly what it depicted,. Pink pillows and a light green comforter on adouble bed, stuffed animals, and a poster of a boy band and one of BrunoMars. A clock radio - one I was already familiar with - in fact thiscorner of the room looked exactly like the picture from her tattoo selfie.That meant, I turned to see a freestanding mirror behind me. I stoodwhere she must have stood to take that picture - yup, I've seen this. A first floor room - it meant she could escape through the window. Ipulled the curtain aside and. How could I help it? They were alike in so many ways that it was scary. That's what made me search for differences.Jane would sink to her knees before taking my cock into her mouth. Janet would squat, and sit on her heels with her knees touching the outside of my legs. Jane would spread a towel on the bed before she let me undress her. Janet would suck my cock, and then go find the towel. Jane would try to swallow as much of my cock as she could. Janet would spread saliva up and down my shaft.