“Mmmm… I knew you’d have a talented tongue” she said softly. **“Saturday” she replied wistfully, “A damned good time… what about it?...��Now sitting face to face with Jo he doubted his suspicion and his memory. She was possibly a little taller and skinnier than his masked woman but she was world renowned for her costume changes and adopting different personas. It was evident in her videos and stage performances that she also had a wicked sense of humour.“Err… you and I?” he asked blushing. I decided to eat alone and took the lift down.Crotches were all I could see. I looked at all the men in the lift. All oftheir pants bunched up in the front. They didn't care. They pushed theircrotches out into the world proudly. They chatted with the girls andlaughed with masculine grandness. I looked down at my own crotch and withhorror I realized that the difference was noticeable! I was filled withfear, shame, and oddly, envy. Imagine, me, a male, having penis envy. Inmy mind, I had no. My body trembles as the first wave of my orgasm reaches itspeak. Freely flowing from my pussy, my nectar coats my hand and innerthighs."Oh God, I'm cuming!"I press my hands against my throbbing pussy as I recover. Watching myreflection, I move my hands to my inner thighs and wipe the nectar up. Imove my hands from my mound up to my cleavage, spreading my nectar alongthe way. I repeat this several times until my breasts and nipples havethe sweet scent of my nectar. I even put some on my. I feel him throb in my mouth as he moans. I look up and feel his eyes on mine as we stare at each other as I lick him. I smile at him as I meet his eyes in a deep, loving gaze. I take more of him in my mouth, wetting him for the tight ordeal it was soon to be in.After a few minutes, his dick was glistening and wet from my saliva, hard as ever, and throbbing ever so slightly. I slowly position myself on top of him as he holds onto my hips so I wouldn’t lose my balance.“It’s so big,” I grunt,.