Armstrong rode me, working up and down my fake cock and make my pussy burn with the heat sparking from my throbbing clit. I had to work by feel, slidi...g the anal beads' tip up and down the moving crack.I felt a divot.“That's it!”Thrust.Mrs. Armstrong groaned as I felt her asshole engulfing the anal beads. I shoved them forward, feeling each time a bigger and bigger orb reached her sphincter. There was more resistance with each one. I thrust harder, driving each bead into her asshole. “Yes, yes,. For a moment nothing exists outside the two of us. I love that I inspire in him, what he commands of me. I’ve cum for him, upon his demand, with three fingers buried deep inside me, the sound of his voice and the power of his words drenching my mind in a kind of mental orgasm. This man and I? We’ve met in the middle of an even playing field. Bent our heads together in silent prayer for one another, felt the energy flow from one to another. I’d like to think I know what makes him tick. I’d like. I rolled over and grabbed her, pulling her to me, kissing her on the head. I held her tight, feeling her body move with her breathing. “That’s a pretty gown you are wearing, beautiful. You plan on wearing it home?” Looking a little flushed and embarrassed, she said, “No, I was hoping to stay the night here with you – that is, if you want me to.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing from her! Would I want her to stay with me tonight, well hell yes! I just stared at her for a moment, but then I. But thistime was different. I was basically down to bare skin and I STILL lookedas feminine as I possibly could. It was a very odd sight but it was alsobreathtaking. It was unlike any sight I had seen in my life.Brianne left at around eleven. She hugged me goodbye and wished me luckwith James. I was a little nervous; this was the first time we werehaving a planned date. It was my first date ever too.Who would've ever guessed that my first date would be with a guy? Ithought. I guess Brianne had.