By the time our embrace broke, I felt intoxicated, and it certainly wasn’t because of the few sips of wine I had imbibed. I lusted to be with John a...d the sentiment was clearly mutual. What next to do and where to do it became the paramount question and to both of us the decision was so obvious, the balcony.One of the other things John and I had previously discussed was that we were both exhibitionists, not exactly shocking considering our inclination to wear as little clothing as we could get. No more denial. I grabbed the poker and waited. He strolled through the doorway a minute or so later, pushing a baby Snickers through the little mouth hole in his mask. Impaired judgement… another side effect of hunger. So thus I became a vengeful cherry tree for Halloween, my reddened hair flapping as I chopped little the little lying George Washington down in retribution. The first shot probably killed him, ’cause hell if it didn’t cave his skull right in. Then I just spent the rest of my. Finally, he ran both hands under her skirt and tore her knickers down, running his hands roughly up her leg and back under her skirt he grabbed her cock tight, pulling it towards him - she moaned loudly as he pressed his lips against hers, smearing her lipstick and pushing his tongue into her mouth.He began to pull at her cock, she was hurting by demanding that he go harder. He pulled her cock towards his and then grabbed her hand. Guiding her hand down to his crotch he made her hand squeeze. “Fair enough,” I smile. “So what about you? Why is someone as beautiful and resourceful as you still single?” “Honey, I’m not sure if you’re blind or not, but I’m a black trans woman. Ain’t no line of men trying to date me,” she says. “Well, it’s their loss,” I smile. Her face lights up with a grin. “Is that so?” “Yeah, you’re a smart, ambitious woman who can kick ass. I’m surprised you’re still single.” “I wish there were more men who think like you,” she smiles. “But not a lot of men want to.