" No fucking," but her eyes are glistening with passion, and fear. She's loving this.I step it up a notch. As she's standing up, I slap her tits so th...t I hit both tits in one slap.She whimpers a bit.Slap.... whimper... Slap... whimper... Slap... she's almost crying now, head down, looking at the floor, sniffling a little.I lift her head up, I tilt my head towards her, a questioning look on my face."Don't... don't stop... " SLAP on her tits "don't stop... I've been bad today..."Tears leak out. She moans as the palm of my right hand grips her hip and pulls her back just a bit. The strength of grip, the power in my touch, sends lightning bolts through her and her legs shake.She bites her lower lip again as her breasts, hanging free, sway slightly back and forth. I let my hand trail over her hip and across the top of her ass, my finger tips just barely touching her. I watch as more goose bumps rise over her skin. My fingers trail across her lower back in a wide circle before. “Yes,” I moaned, feeling Angelique’s pussy shiver around my cock in a small orgasm. I looked at the smiling, blushing French beauty. “Sorry.”“I don’t mind,” she responded breathlessly. “You’re still hard, still fucking me, and I find it weirdly sexy that you’re conversing with my wife. It’s not like your mouth can be otherwise occupied, kissing me, what with my big belly.”“True,” I chuckled, and the muscular contraction of my diaphragm effected my cock, making Angelique moan.“Keep talking,”. Now, most people know me as Andrew, but I have a feminine side which Ilike to get out from time to time. I'd never actually go out dressed as agirl, but I have endless fantasies and often wonder what it would be liketo be someone's girlfriend or wife. I was never sure if I could beperfectly convincing as a girl though, being a little taller and morebroad than the average woman. I often cursed my masculinity, although ithelped me blend in as just one of the guys at work.Today I wanted to get.