"Don't give me that." Sarah was riding me hard now. "I heard youmoaning like a little whore as Mark was working you over, feeling youup, running his h...nds all over your silky little sissy body." No. I didn't. It's not like that." I stammered."Oh yes it is. It's exactly like that. You loved feeling the hands of areal man all over you. You loved lying there, helpless and exposedwhile a real man was in control." NO!" Oh yes," continued Sarah. "You loved it. A real. When you see it you won't believe it. Another guy, a new PhD from Arkansas, drives a really beat up pickup and I'm told he owns a real railroad steam locomotive. He's bringing it to Tampa. You should see this guy, Dad. He's probably six eight to six ten and must weigh over four hundred, but he doesn't look fat, only huge and solid. You'll like him."Mom was always thinking of my future, "Do they have a lot of nice looking single girls there? Who knows? You might find some that appeal to you and. It felt glorious and I never wanted her to stop,"Do you want me to stop?" she asked as though to read my mind."No," I whispered. She slowly worked a second finger in, twisting into me. I felt her move as she slid her leg between mine and started rubbing into me. It was too much. As exhausted as I was, I still had the energy to move through my first anal orgasm. It was different, not as hard, but just as beautiful if not more so. I almost cried when she pulled her fingers out. She got up and. This must have cost. I can't talk. She pushes her hand under my standard issue sweatshirt. I still have no other clothes. I don't wear anything under it. She runs her hands over me and I almost faint. Over my tits. My nipples are aching. I need help. The taxi is in the air and the pilot's compartment is blacked out. No one can see us. She pulls up the sweatshirt and suckles my right breast. I lose control of myself. I don't remember anything clearly afterward until we're in bed. She makes me.