.."The tour is almost over, which should tell you something about thespartan simplicity of a sissy's life. Only two more stops. First, on yourleft you...ll see the shower room. Communal of course." I hear an evilgiggle from behind me and I know I never want to be in those showerssurrounded by a bunch of frustrated sissies looking to blow off somesteam. "And on the right, is our world class cafeteria." I step inside the plain room. A few tables with benches are bolted to theground. I follow him. I become instantly hard. I just take you in too long without being able to speak. The only thing you say is, "Hello." Without speaking I walk towards you. You lean towards me for a kiss. When I get close I grab your waist and, with the other hand, go through your hair and tilt your head to the side. My lips go towards your neck and I can finally smell you again. I'm getting harder if that's even possible and I put my lips on your neck. You let go a slight moan when you feel my lips. I let my. Nothing could be more naughty to see Diana face my toes, bent over a little to grab both of my ankles to offer me the best show as she began fucking my penis with her ass. Using her knees and hips as lever, she would rise up and then come down hard on my cock to enjoy a real deep sensation in her depth. With every rough and hard thrust, my balls were crushed under her ass crack and my groin. It was quite long, since I had enjoyed a nice ass for fucking and Diana was a true honest to goodness. Tad was still a college student -- a junior at the University of Kentucky -- and I was barely out of high school and working at my first job, as a receptionist for a group of dentists. Tad worked, too -- part-time -- but we barely had enough money to get by on. The tiny apartment we rented was over someone's two-car garage in their back yard. Humble.But we were happy. We'd both been virgins when we'd married, but despite our lack of sophistication, we quickly became eager and highly compatible.