I knew I wasn’t a faggot. I had been forced into this. Never in my years of crossdressing had I imagined such a scenario. But I had to admit it didn...��t look good. I felt used and emasculated, even perhaps feeling a little like a whore. He was certainly treating me like one. And maybe it was what i deserved for crossdressing all those years, the kind of slutty girly clothes I was drawn to and the poses before the mirror informed by pictures of sexy women I saw in magazines and in soft-core. The bra was still held in place by the pyramids of her breasts, but he brushed it aside and stared at her beautiful tits. They weren't too large, but creamy and firm looking, high on her chest. The nipples were a dark reddish color and when he touched them they sprang to life. She shivered with the sensation."Oh, that feels good honey."He touched them again, squeezing them in his strong fingers, tweaking the nipples until she squealed in delight and pain. "Not too hard, baby," she cooed.Jim put. I went to the bathroom and jerked off, but I wished I could have that dream complete,” Adam said. I was so fucking horny and now his dream ended. I was cursing Rachel to wake up her son and not letting him fuck me in his dream. “So whose turn it was?” Adam asked, picking up the dice. I watched his cock started getting a little soft. “You are kidding, right? You made me so fucking wet and horny and you still want to play this game?” I asked Adam and he laughed. “Well… I love this game, and I. I told her my name, where I lived, and that I was also fourteen years old. Then she asked us our grade in school and we told her that in the fall we would be in the eighth grade. She asked us what our parents did for a living and why we were running around without a chaperon. We told her that our parents trusted us, not alone, but when we were together they felt more comfortable about us. She liked that.After about an hour of talking she decided that she could share her secret with us as long.