Now to look at Tony he was a slim built guy of five foot eleven with fair short cropped hair and sported a slightly less than average six inch cock; m...anwhile his wife Sandra was five foot seven tall medium build with 38C bust line; her ash blonde hair was shoulder length and she loved to wear mid thigh length skirts and usually self supporting stockings, claiming they made her feel sexy as the two edges of nylon rubbed together as she swayed her way along a road.Sandra enjoyed another coffee. But I couldn't identify myself that night. Maybe it was the sudden onset of guilt, maybe it was shame, maybe it was something that I couldn't figure out, but what I couldn't decide was what or who was I now. So the next morning, my parents left for work and I started my research. I learned that what I had done, twice yesterday, was a somewhat common fetish known as cross dressing. I was relieved to know that there was something which defined it. I even read some cross dressing articles and. I'd never been with a white female before, only African women; and though I love African women, there had always been in the back of my mind, a fantasy, if you want to call it that, a curiosity, etc. about what it would be like to have sex with a white female. I was always seeing white females in magazines and newspapers and on-line (like porn), and there was something undeniably sexually exciting about the thought of what it would be like to fuck one of them.After seeing pictures of this young. I could swallow him whole and spit him out of my cunt without even a pause.But I closed my eyes, and was able to not think of Aaron enough to start getting into the fuck in earnest.I moaned long and low, enjoying every big inch inside me. My hands were wild, roaming to caress my tits, heaving them high on the back strokes, reaching back to give his big golf balls a re-assuring squeeze, twiddling my clit.Finally they found their place on his rock hard pecs, just as he started to fight back a.