When she finally came up for air, she leaned back in my arms while still pressing her bulging tummy against my rampant cock. "I thought perhaps we'd h...ve hors d'oeuvres here first," she said with a naughty grin. "It feels like you might agree," she continued, sensuously flexing her hips as her abdomen massaged that most obvious sign of my arousal."Only if the hors d'oeuvres come wrapped in a sexy negligée," I replied."Will this one do?" she asked, stepping back into the room and slowly. Mad Jack wasterrified but he couldn't do anything but stare at himself. He still sawpolice running back and forth but that was of no concern to him now. Thiswas a fate worse than life in prison. He was in the ideal image of a womanand dressed in feminine clothing and on display for the entire world to see.He was humiliated beyond words but it was about to get worse.Jack felt someone touching his leg and in the reflection he saw a littlegirl standing next to him lifting up his skirt. He wanted. He wanted to lay there for hours more. Unfortunately, the day would soon start, and Sherry would soon leave. He would most likely not see her for another year. Would they have to continue the charade and never even write? He made the right call at that moment and decided not to even ponder questions like that. Instead, he just laid there enjoying the moment. His balls still ached from the lack of attention but he would remedy that shortly. For now, he wanted to appreciate her beauty again. That. I will wet this towel 1st, then go like this,' she said.She told me that she dabbed the stain 1st and most of the red stain was coming off. She also stroked up and down the worst side of his stained jeans and could feel something extremely hard underneath the material? Her passenger moaned every time she did this, but not when she cleaned the other side?She was on her knees now, wetting and stroking with the towel. She too said she was excited as she realised that this big fit black man was not.