Finally.... ahhh... I groaned. I fell right down on the dildo, and I felt some juices ooze from my clitty. Locked in the cage I could not really cum p...operly. There was little pleasure in it, just a release, and two or three little pulses. I was spent, slumping in the chair. I was completely aware of the cock in my hole, of the clamps on my tits, of the cock in my mouth. And after cumming (well, after releasing a little girly juice), I was definitely not horny or excited. I just wanted out of. Gave a small kiss on her hands and moved a bit closer, the perfume she was enchanting and so was her beautiful lips. I slowly hugged her and felt those melons crashing on my chest.She was a bit chubby and was finding it difficult to give her a full hug but the touch and feel gave me an instant hard-on. We finally kissed and slowly that kissed picked up heat and vigor. My hands were playing with her hair she was pressing my chest on her big boobs.I slowly let her rest her on the soft king size. "Stephanie's eyes widened. "Thongs!" she cried. Several customers gave her an odd look. "Of course! Thongs!" She gathered the athletic supporters. "I've changed my mind about buying these," she told the startled cashier. "I'll be right back."As she left the checkout aisle and hurried back into the cavernous interior of the huge discount store, Stephanie shook her head. As a preoperative transsexual (who planned to retain her cock and balls), Stephanie had experienced the worlds of both men and. " "There are other stools, you know," she answered, lifting her head, but her eyes kept to their target. "I know. I was just curious, was it that last guy's stupidity that sent him packing, or are you merely that venomous." She contemplated the request for information carefully. In doing so, she picked up her glass and placed the rim to her lips, letting them part and lifting the stem to let the remainder of the wine slip into her mouth. I watched as her throat shift beneath her skin as she.