“Hi.” Mine was breathy. He lifted his hand from my neck and twined his fingers into my hair, he twisted my head and forced his lips onto mine in a...bruising kiss that left me breathless and desperate for more. His other hand yanked my dress up, I heard him exhale when the tops of my stockings were revealed, his hand briefly stroking them in appreciation. “Spread your legs.” My legs responded before I’d fully registered what he had said, he squeezed the inside of my thigh, eliciting a moan and a. We're all busy professionals with busy lives and we keep ourselves pretty much to ourselves.There is a girl called Anna who lives about ten houses down the road from me. Like me, she's a runner; not the type of runner that runs because she needs to lose some weight. Oh no. She's fast, fit, has the world's most perfect ass and a pair of breasts that could not possibly be real. I've spent so much time imagining the two of us together...She ticks every box for me, she's about as perfect as I could. Shit.” Not my most eloquent orgasm, but it felt like a sonnet. Carol joined me in the chorus. “Shit, shit, shit,” she yelled as she squirted copiously. Her legs were shaking on Mike’s shoulders as she came. “Fuckin’ A,” Mike shouted. Both Carol and I were pulsing. My cock in his ass and her pussy around his cock. Mike never stood a chance of holding out, and he didn’t try. Carol told me later that she could feel the spurts of cum hitting her cervix, and that Mike had never cum like that before. As I said to youwhen we went to see the distributors, we've got no chance of competingagainst the major brands so have to sell through the smaller independentretailers and speciality shops." Speciality shops for the transgender community?" interrupted Chris."Exactly. For obvious reasons, none of us knew much about cosmeticswhen we started and Terri started these monthly outings so we canexperience what it's like to be a woman, or more specifically atransgender woman." Or a drag queen!" Chris.