" Are you nervous around me? I'm a girl," she said with a disarming smile."Well... I... I guess not." I stammered."Is there a particular girl that you...d like to get to know better? Maybe I can help." Re... really?"She moved over to the seat next to me. "Of course. But you have to promise me something." Sure! What is it?" You can't tell anybody," she stared into my eyes, putting a hand on my thigh."A... about what Ms. Hayes" About what I'm about to do." Her hand slid upward, cupping my cock with. Hot, pulsating, cuming in me? I went to a gay website that introduced men to sissy/tv/crossdresser girlsWho did I see in my local area? The two muscle men from work!Well, after a few promises not to tell, we had an agreement.I would go and watch there football team from the side lines, I would keep quiet as the wives and girlfriend of the players were there.I would dress (under my man clothes) in satin panties and white hold up stockings . As the match came to an end, I would return home and. Such rapture rippled through my body as I came over and over.Cum streaked my body. It ran down my thighs, matted my butt-cheeks, dribbled own my chin. Guys had busted their nuts early, splattering my supple back or my heaving tits. Spunk ran down my nineteen-year-old body as the guys fucked me so hard, satiating their youthful lusts with my holes.I would do this for free! But getting paid... That just made it kinkier. Proved how much of a slut I was.“Goddamn!” Terry Johnson groaned as he rammed. I didn’t care I was going to make love to this man. We went to dinner. I was so nervous I could barely eat. After two glasses of wine, I was more than ready for love. John acted so innocently. Like he didn’t have a care in the world. He drove to the boardwalk. All the while I wanted to make love, he was casual. He even had me call my girlfriend. I was beginning to think that we weren’t going to make love. We met up with Melody and her boyfriend of the moment. She changed men like her underwear,.