Other times, it became unbearable, and I could almost feel myself sweating when she'd sit next to me on the couch and slide against me with her skirt ...iding up, driving me to the point where I would have to excuse myself to the bathroom and jerk off to the mere heat her body gave off next to me. Though they'd always had a somewhat messy apartment, her panties were more and more frequently on the top of the pile, and almost always tiny thongs or the type of lacy stuff you expect most girls to. Not only did I want it, I needed it. My pussy was pulsing. He began to stroke it, and was letting out soft moans. He sat on the side of the bed and put his hands on my breasts, and pulled on my nipple piercings. I moaned in pain and pleasure. His large hands felt so good on my nipples. Slowly he trailed his hand down to my clean shaved vagina, he could see how wet I was. He laughed again and began to slowly make little O's on my clit. I moaned like there was no tomorrow. I could feel an orgasm. He was an all together different kettle of fish, he battered at her from the start, black loins met white cheeks with a slap at each stroke, her body slopping away from him like a wave with each hard push, her lithe frame crushed against the hard table-top relentlessly, by the onslaught. It was hard it was brutal and it was just what the moment demanded. She came again, then again gasping now breath in grunts as he forced the breath from her. Her head back now to keep the chin from the hard. ...He stands and moves towards meKisses me ever-so-gentlyOn my bare shoulderThen says what I didn't expect"Bethany, don't worry, that's the most fun I've had with a trannie - ever."Don't worry!I am worry personified!Never been more worriedIn my entire life!I am the embodiment of 'worry'With very good reasonI've just sucked a cockHe's telling me not to worry!I'm standing, staring, wondering what to do, whet he will do with me -Or to me - nextBut suddenlyI know I need not worryHe's coming towards.