In short, our relationship was not of the best and yet here she was looking to me to do something for her, and not just any old something either — s...e wanted me to pretend to be her husband. I was tempted to do what I've heard that Muslims can do; stand up, point at her and say, "I divorce thee, I divorce thee, I divorce thee" and then walk away from her, but at the last second curiosity got the better of me and I decided to play along at least until I could find out what was up.From the way. Each time, I moan. Any man who has fucked a pussy knows that feeling of never wanting it to end—yes, plays with that tension created by the primitive drive to cum, with the slightly higher brain desire to feel unending pleasure. That’s where I am, I work in and out of her pussy slowly, then gradually pick up the pace until I am indeed nailing her ass to that bed, piston fucking her, bringing myself almost to the brink of blowing my load, blasting my cum into her. Then, I pull back, regain. But underneath, we need a hard, fullyfunctional cock, ready to supply on demand. 100% Woman with an extra10% man. That 10% being all cock and balls." She paused, "You knowDaddy's rich, don't you?" Yes but..." Hear me out, Sammie." She had dropped the Samantha and I felt a twingeof loss. I just wanted to remind you that I can bankroll this wholething." Bankroll what?" I pouted my confusion."You look perfect, beautiful, but once we start undressing you, well...we're going to loose some of the. Sex between the two us became more intense and we were often joined by the gurls across the hallway. Life was good and shortly Tanya and Bonnie informed us they were having a party that would include Shemales, sissy me and cross dressers. It was to be an orgy! On the night of the occasion, we were the first ones there. I wore a speedo and tank top and Deb was in a pair of crotchless panties, a very short halter top that barely covered her tits. black nylons and red high heels. We brought plenty.