I don't think the sexual turn on button has ever been activated. Maybe she needs a cock about a foot or longer and inches thick to reach that button. ... can only manage some eight inches, enough for the women here, but for my wife, not enough". The conversation ended, the hostess had no further suggestions but his comments about a turn on button was going to register in her deep thoughts to again come to the surface down the track.The swingers do attracted an array of people for the men it was. Oh, boy. Here’s a pair. Somehow they found one another. In walked Ruthie from my story Baby Ruth, Doris’s transsexual brother with my friend, Stuart, the cross-dresser from my story Do You Know A Cross-dresser. ‘Ruthie,’ you look beautiful. ‘Thank you darling.’ ‘Stu, can I talk to you for a second?’ ‘Yeah, sure, Freddie, what’s up?’ ‘You do know that Ruthie is a guy, right?’ ‘Sure, I do,’ he said punching me in the shoulder. ‘It takes one to know one.’ ‘By the way, Stu, you look stunningly. We then got up and started dancing slowly, holding each other tightly, caressing gently each other; her cute bum, her nice breasts. I guess she felt my erection, because we soon disentangled and... stripped out of our clothes without saying a word! We resumed dancing slowly, my erection jammed between the two of us! After a while, we sat down, I savoured the view of her breasts, then started caressing them and licking and sucking her cute strawberry-coloured nipples, that were surrounded by. " The contractions began to lessen in intensity, her legs fell limp, and she pulled me to her. "Please hold me, please!" she said as she pulled my head to her chest. "Yes, I will," I said as I rested my head between her breasts, my face and hair becoming soaked with her sweat. "That was so good. I've never felt anything even remotely that good in my whole life," she said as she tried to catch her breath. "But… I feel like I still need more. I feel kind of an ache, like I need to do it again. Is.