.. but what I DO want is a regular source of dick, if you’re still interested?”My mind went blank and I just nodded repeatedly. She laughed, and c...awled on to my bed, wearing a skirt. She laid her head on one of my pillows, sticking her butt in the air, and just stayed there. I was unsure of what to do at first, so I let my dick make the decisions. I walked over and stood behind her. I pulled up her skirt, revealing a little black thong. I unzipped my pants, and freed my aching erection, and. YES!" And with that, she explodes an orgasmic climax, violent spasms grinding on my face and tongue. She moans and sighs and seems to have no breath left in her. She begins to relax a little and I continue to lick her drenched pussy juices, tasting her satisfaction and my own. "Get up here," she says breathlessly. "Get that dick in me." Emmie pulls me by my head up to hers and kisses me wildly. My cock tip is now feeling that fiery, flooded pussy. "I have to get a condom," I whisper to her. . "She laughed, then said, "I'm sorry, but you're kidding right? What is sowonderful about being a girl?" Oh God," I said, feeling deeply embarrassed. "Just forget it."She reached out to me and gently stroked the side of my face. "No,Blake, please. I want to understand, I really do." Blake. Not kiddo,pal, or bud. Blake. I could feel her tenderness toward me."This is so hard to explain," I said. I felt myself fighting back tears."Look at all the great clothes girls get to wear." I looked her up. Dad’s old red Cameo to drive us around in. When he turned 18 was when Mom had what me and Monica called her nostalgia craze. She demanded we have a family night and watch some old movies with her. Turned out the first movie was this old Bob Hope, Bing Crosby, Dorothy Lamour, Road Show movie The Road To Rio. Mom insisted for some dumb reason that we sit on either side of Eric to watch it.The plot of the movie was Dorothy Lamour keeps getting hypnotized by everybody. It didn’t take me or Monica.