“Three up! Three more to go,” Alex announced cheerfully. Alex walked back across the room to the sofa. She pulled out two Buds from the black mini...fridge, kept beside the sofa. She popped them open and handed one of them to me. “Cheers!” she said, raising her bottle; engulfing its mouth between her lush pink lips. I was having vivid flashes; how she used to engulf my cockhead between her lips. I still remember Alex teasing my peehole with her tongue. She used to get me to the edge; then denied. “These fucking airlines are shrinking those seats every year, I swear to God."Carson wasn’t so sure it was the airline’s fault as he watched the guest rub his beefy cheeks.Then the giant stretched, arching his back and puffing out his chest.“Ahh…”Carson was hypnotized, watching as his pecs swelled against his shirt, drenching the fabric with sweat. His nipples denting the cotton.THWACK. Something struck Carson in the eye and tinkled to the floor.“Ow!” Carson doubled over and fell.“Oh shit, kid.. And since you’re so fluent in the language couldn’t you assist personally me in any way?” She smirked at me when I finished and tossed her dark hair back behind her shoulder. She knew I was up to something, but I wasn’t sure if she was aware of my true intentions. What happened next took me by a complete blindside. Mrs. Silva walked past her desk then past me. I turned around and watched her as she shut the door and closed the blinds. I gave her a quizzical look, and she simply responded “Cut. As he got closer to the age of thirty, Tim knew he had to choose a path.He could either keep on doing things and see where it goes. Or, he couldembrace his sissy side, explode it a make a living. This has eaten away atTim for years. He could be a sissy that has to pay to show his talents.Today was different, as Tim arrived home, he made sure to clean his sissyhole with an enema. It was one in the afternoon, Tim knew he had plenty oftime to turn into Carissa and fuel his sexual addiction. This.