I knew King well enough that I expected her to be bruised in her pussy, ass, and mouth and very tired for her ride up the elevator the next day. I al...o knew that King had advertised her availability to a bunch of his friends for a low price. He’d mistakenly included me in a text that had to be about Nancy and read: “Hot blonde milf type…does everything…loves the brothas…$50 tonight after 6pm” About fifteen of his friends responded with a reply-to-all asking questions about her and the hours. I pinch a nipple and you moan in my mouth. My lips move down to your nipples. I suck on one nipple and my fingers nip at the other. I switch nipples. You start to squirm at my touch. You are constantly moaning. My hands reach down to your mound. You gasp as I push two fingers in your soaken pussy. Your hips move to my thrusting fingers. Your legs start to buckle. I move to a kneeling position in front of your pussy. I take my fingers away. “Oh babe, please babe, I need you in me” you whisper. I. She was in another room getting ready for her new lover, I wasalready dressed up. Pale blue, see through panties and matching bra, ashort black skirt and a blue vest top. With my make up done to show off mypretty green eyes and my long brown hair styled wonderfully, I looked likea hot but sadly flat-chested girl. For those of you who don't know, I'm aguy.I was really nervous, dressing up like this for Jess was one thing but Jackwould be over soon and I wasn't so sure about him seeing me as I. I’ve just been resisting it,” I smiled as I settled on my choice.Dietrich Guttmacher years ago had basically forfeited his manhood and closed one door so firmly that without the injections of testosterone, there was only one path left to him. At that moment, I had determined his fate, probably how he secretly wanted it, but hadn’t dared to assert until his daughter had the courage later. His daughter Billie, that was, not his cisgender daughter Elisabeth, the current bride. There would be no.