He continued to look right at me and I felt his finger again pressing on my asshole. I looked into his eyes and relaxed my muscles as much as I could ...nd felt him slip in a little. "Do you like this?" he asked, and I did. It felt strangely great.He pushed further in and then pulled out again. Then back in and I felt him start to finger fuck my ass. All the while he was looking right into my eyes from his position down between my legs.Then I felt him start to enter me with a second finger and he. “Where is he”? I ask one of the guys standing nearby. Nervously pointing to the supply tent, I mutter under my breath “get to work”, and head for the tent. Upon entering, I see Alex sitting on a cooler, holding an ice pack to his face, and two others standing nearby, 'attending' to him. “He'll be fine—get the fuck to work” I bark at them. “ur with me punk”. Alex nervously stands, and I exit the tent, motioning for him to follow.We both hop on the banshee, and a short skip to my tent, where I. She was the full minx package. She didn't leave me until eight o'clock that night."My translation was Randy was too hung over to come to work."So when are you seeing her again?" I asked."Oh, Randy doesn't get too close to any one woman." But if she fucks like a minx... ?" I left it hanging."Well, it's not like I wouldn't show her a good time if she wanted to ride my stallion again. How about you and me out again this weekend? You're my good luck charm." No, thanks," I said."Why not?" Uh ... I. He was wearing an undershirt and a pair of boxer briefs, he was ready for action. I put my purse on the couch and walked over to where he was standing. Immediately, he begins to run his hands over my body and saying, “Very nice”. Something about standing in front of a real man while he gropes your body is something that gets me very worked up. He bent down and kissed me, I liked this because I’m never sure how committed a guy is to t-girls until he kisses you. Some guys that is a “gay line”.