My eyes looked up and I saw a rosy hue come over her face and chest and all of a sudden Jill’s body was bucking and a copious amount of clear fluid ...quirted onto my hand. All through her orgasm I continued to work her over, pushing her past her comfort zone and into sexual nirvana.“Oh stop it Jim, I can’t take any more” Jill said while violently pushing me away from her sweetest treasure.Reluctantly I backed off as her body started to come down from its high. My hand stroked my cock a few times. I started watchingyou more closely, looking for birthmarks and other telltale signs.Finally, about 2 months ago, you posted a picture where you forgot toremove your wedding ring. Quite a distinctive piece of jewelry you haveby the way." So I started chatting with you, STACEY," he said, emphasizing my CDname (and my Tumblr ID). "You told me then how you were a married,closeted cross dresser whose ultimate fantasy was sucking big blackcock. You said "I'm not gay, but I 'm extremely bi-curious". “I love big cock and the more the better.” I said with a wink. “I’ve always loved sex and I truly like anything involved with it and men of all ages, colors and sizes.” I threw in with a smile. “How many men have you been with?” he asked as he looked sheepishly at me. “Do you really want to know?” I asked and raised my eyebrow as we waited at a ligh,t two blocks from my condo. He nodded. “Nearly 8500 different men.” I said without too much of a bragging attitude. His eyes widened and I reached. “Tell me,” she demanded, “are you very ticklish?”As if she didn’t know after seeing my reaction!“Yes. I am very ticklish. Please be easy on me”, I begged, making her laugh.“Where is Amanda most ticklish?” she asked, looking piercingly into my eyes.I’m not sure why, but I couldn’t help answering her honestly.“My armpits, and my feet, Fiona”, I said.“Good girl. Now lie down on your front”, she said patting the sofa. “Cross your arms above your head. Palms on the sofa.” She was curt and firm.I did.