But my friends still call me Sandy." Your mother says you love performing on stage," said Dr. Westerman."How does Sandra feel about performing in soci...l settings?"That was a perceptive question, I thought. "Well, I love that too.Everybody seems to accept me more as a girl than they ever did when Iwas a boy. One of my friends told me it's because of the way I look,the way I act, how my voice sounds - like, everything about me says'female' so it's easy for them to relate to me as a girl."They. I tell you how I need to fuck you, how I need to come inside you, how I need the fluttering walls of your cunt in orgasm to fulfil my desire. How I need you to own me in orgasm. As I tell you, I realise you have awakened, that your wet cunt desires me as much as I desire you.I reach around and find a nipple tenderly, its response instant and erotic, as the bud hardens against my palm. I need more and I cannot resist as I pinch firmly, feeling a shudder work through your torso into the greedy. He then slides it back and forth along the length of her crack. Grabbing her fleshy cheeks, he squeezes them together enveloping his ebony rod. He pushes in and out for a while. Now he is fully erect.“Oh my god...there is no way that thing is going to fit into her” I say out loud.The next thing I see is him leaning back. He grabs himself and pushes his cock into the tiny opening of her velvety cunt. Reaching for the top of her hips, he starts sliding his huge organ into my wife’s sweet pussy.. Once on a cruise ship in Scandinavia I was dancing with a guy old enough to be my father I could feel his need for me pressing into my crotch as we sashayed around a darkened area, 'How does a man get to fuck such a hot young woman like you', he whispered as I moved my hips to accommodate his very obvious erection against my vagina, I was commando so his pressure against me was only separated by a thin layer of cotton.I stopped dancing in the dark and turned my skirt 180 until the zipper was at.