A fancy dress party which my cousin, Anne, had convinced me to go to dressed as a woman. I'd never worn women's clothes before (unless you count the t...me I borrowed an ex girlfriend's jumper one night to walk home in when it was freezing cold) and was nervous about appearing in public wearing a dress. I needn't have worried. By the time Anne had finished with me, nobody would have guessed I was a man unless they'd copped a feel at the front of my short leather mini skirt.Anne was wearing black. 5inch h nd mota h mera lund wo usse mazae se hilane lagi maine usse apna lund muhh mai lene ko kaha toh pehle usne mana kiya lekin jab mera lund ek dum tight hogaya toh usse raha nhi gaya aur waha mere lund ko jor jor se chusne lagi kya batau yaaro kitna mazza aarha tha usne jaisa lund chusa tha aaj Tak mera lund waise kisi aur ne nhi chusa hai nd phr maine uski chut mai ungli daali uski chut gilli hogayi thi mere ungli daalte hi wo siskariya bharne lagai ahhhh uuuuum aaaahhh ki thodi der baad. “It’s just a lot to take in.” Eira ran her hand along one of his legs. The midnight blue hair that covered them felt silky between her fingers. “It was a shock for sure, but I mean, you did save me.” She paused for a moment. “What were you doing following me anyways?" Kharri tapped his palps again, and dodged the question."You should be safe now.” he said instead, lifting one and running it down Eira’s arm, as if imitating her.“Wait!” She called again, as he turned to leave. “Are you… I mean,. I zoomed in on her face as she did this. She watched herself in the TV as she did this, and we were both mesmerized with the image. Her hips were rocking and swiveling more and more as she got into the spectacle she was putting on for me.Eventually she took the wet, slippery dong from her mouth, and parting the fabric of her crotchless panties, ran the head of the thing up and down the furrow of her slit as she continued to gyrate to the music. As I zoomed in on her crotch, the phallus had.