But Beth gave him what was clearly the best blow job of his life. He felt pride in knowing that she had made him feel so good and had taken time to tr... to make it last for him.Beth smiled, too. She had an idea and decided to just go with it, rather than ask John. She knew from experience, that whatever she wanted, he was always on board.“Hey Sam, I was wondering if you’d mind if John and I just stayed here for the weekend. Seems like you have been living here deprived and we’d like to make it a. "That could explain it I suppose?" Bill muttered to himself.Bill thought he knew better. Bill thought he knew better because he wasa secret transvestite admirer and had been for years.It all started when Bill was in his early twenties and had gone on adrinking binge in Manchester. He and his mates had ended up in a dingydisco, pissed and looking for easy sex.Bill had zeroed in on a big-boned middle-aged stunner in a sequined mini-dress, too much makeup, big hair, fuck-me heels and. "Does that shock you?" She asked. "Because I have to admit, to each of you," she said turning towards Rob, at first ... we were both shocked, though probably more so because you were watching us fucking on the TV, while the two of you were," she added. "Obviously, you were enjoying watching the two of us weren't you?" She asked.Finally Chris actually blushed, unfolding her arms as she did, placing them down in her lap. And all that did of course was to draw my attention back towards her tits. His hands itched to touch her, to grab her hips so that he could impale her, take possession of her flesh and her being.The throbbing in his groin became more insistent when she suddenly rolled back over and glided toward the edge of the pond. She stood slowly, the surface of the water settling around her hips when she reached the log where she had earlier placed the items she'd been carrying. As she reached for one of the items that turned out to be a bar of soap, he could only watch in.