It was right after my divorce. I was in my late twenties. I ran my ads as a crossdresser on a few dating sites and on Craigslist. I recieved a message...on my AFF site from a member whos profile mame was BBCRicky. My interest was immediately peaked. His profile discribed him as a dominant black male 6’4′ with a 10 inch thick cock. He was older in his late 40s, Interested in meeting petite submissive white sissys which fit me perfectly. I replied back and almost immediately he responded. He loved. I don’t know if that’s something she usually wears or if she was just being a flirt. Either way, DJ was drooling over her the minute she walked in the door. The two of them were playing their little game of sexual innuendo chatting, making almost every remark somehow have something to do with sex. From her pulling zucchini and cucumbers from the fridge, to DJ making a smart remark about our master bedroom being our love cave. I just quietly went along with them, following behind as they mixed. The tension was too much to ignore, especially since I had seen him in full bloom, and turned back and had a sneak peek into the stall, Beth’s knees were bent back to her shoulders, her legs were splayed, and his bum was going like the clappers, as he humped her, his ball sack flapping and slapping against her ass, each thrust making her moan for more. Now I was having an ache between my own legs and my fingers twitched as I contemplated rubbing one out, right there and then watching them. A dark haired girl flicked her ponytail with her fingers, admiring it in the mirror, "Thank you Lara, mirrors are for beautiful people," she turned, looking down at the stunned girl, "And you little piggy aren't in our league."The five cheerleaders had used, little piggy, as the tormenting name for Jill Martin ever since she had talked to Ted Heaphy, stupidly she had let it slip that she had a crush on him, it had been overheard.Ted had politely told her he was already seeing some-one but the.