"I don't know, you had a little smile on your face when you were helpingme with the cookies this morning and you definitely seemed to be enjoyingFroze... just now, you've even started tucking your skirt under you whenyou sit down and you've only been in skirts just today, well... that Iknow of." I'm not a crossdresser," I said quickly."I didn't say you where, and I don't really care, but you can't arguewith the facts, I mean I keep forgetting that you're really a grown man.Honestly, I think you. ..?"Yes," I said. "Regular injections of hot spunk in herbottom delivered by a man who would put her on a pedestalhigher than any woman ever dared to dream of. Love.Kissing. And at-least-thrice-daily purges of her boyishjuices through loving milkings. When was the last time thisyoung lady was milked?"The woman was completely startled?. searching for words."Milked? I had no idea," she said.Why do amateurs try to feminize? Especially with someonewho, if there were a Mount Rushmore for sissies,. She leaned back in pure pleasure as I worked my way up her foot to her arch. I leaned over and nibbled on her socked toes and she giggled and said, “That is awesome.” I was enjoying it too. I messaged her foot for a few minutes then I began biting her arch. Donna said, “I love it, give me more.” So I started rubbing her ankle and she started to moan. Donna took her right hand and started rubbing between her legs. I began biting her ankle and she said, “Give me my right sneaker.” I reached her. Oh. Okay. That was a pretty damn good substitute for a pussy, Jackson thought.As she bobbed the membrane peeled back from the root of his cock and then rolled back down to envelop his whole length. The bubble flattened and the pressure was like a gentle squeeze around his cock. It felt like he was plunging his cock into something soft, yielding and sensual.Bab puffed her cheeks and blew. She played the bubble like a musical instrument. The notes were little pulses of bliss she blew into.