Harder. Fill me with your hot cum.” I cried.I knew that my first load of cum was not far away and thrust back at my lover. I felt spurt after spurt ...it the back of my pussy as he erupted, followed by several more. He filled me with his warm spunk and he slowed his thrusting.“Husband…my pussy is now full of another man’s cum and I mean full. I hope you are happy. I felt his cream hit the top of my cunt and our juices are now entwined. That was the best fuck ever,” I told him.“I see your little. . at least until he NEEDS bigger ones." Then she winked at me.The statement about the training bra was for Brittany's benefit. I knew it wasn't that long ago she wore this very same training bra. But I trembled a little as to what she meant by my needing bigger bras some day. I shuddered, and wondered if she had read some of my crossdressing books where the guys had been given female hormones... oh my! The bra had a little ribbon bow in the middle! I looked down at it. I was shaking. I wasn't. "Here you go," he said, "Come and plonk yourself down here." The barman carried the two scotches over to the table and set them down. "These should warm the cockles of your heart," he said. "And the heart of your...." she laughed. "Ah well," he said, "you know what they say about whisky." "What do they say?" Sharon asked as she took a gulp. "Whiskey makes a lady frisky." "Does it now." she took another gulp and felt the welcoming burn down her throat. "Maybe it does, or is it. She could feel the heat as the blood rushed into the appendage. As she was exploring every ridge and contour of Glen’s cock with her greedy tongue, she felt him wrap his arms around her thighs, his left hand gently stroking her own rigid member, gently wanking her foreskin back and forth across the head of her cock. She gasped, as he lifted his head to push the tip of his tongue into her asshole. What’s sauce for the goose.. she thought, and wet the tip of her finger with saliva,.