See I'm not gay, I just like dressing. I don't go tothe clubs to hook up, I just like to be out, dressed. It gives me athrill. Although if I must be t...uly honest, between you and me, I oftenhave fantasized what it might be like, you know, to 'really' play therole of a girl to the fullest.At 5 foot 6 I'm a little on the short size for a boy, but just aboutaverage for a girl. I have been blessed with what I call my 'littlegirl's feet' too, wearing a women's size 8. It's actually harder for meto. He says that his black friend Tyrone is always staring at me when I'm not looking and he denies wanting to fuck me when Dave asks him about it (but the huge bulge in his pants says otherwise). He then says that we should set him up to see what he would do. I ask him how. He says he'll invite Tyrone over one night and I will tell him that Dave had to leave for a while(while he watches from the closet or through the window making sure I'm safe) and see what happens. I tell him that does sound. Good fucking luck, whore… he pushes one last time, twisting it back and forth, and then yanks it out, covered with her spit, strings hanging from it to her gasping mouth. I knew you were a good little cocksucker. Rachel shakes and squirms uncomfortably, still blushing hotly but for different reason. Her mind was so fixated on the idea of that seemingly-huge chunk of rubber actually going up her ass that his scathing assessment of her personality hit her a little slowly… but when it did, it. I hadn’t realized, but there was a towel on top of the door that didn’t allow it to close completely. Smiling to myself as I pulled my jeans from my drawer and pulling my panties up a little. Lifting the jeans up my soft legs as I buttoned them up a little. Looking in the mirror to decide on my sports bra as I gasped. Our eyes met, and I blushed. He had been watching me the whole time. I could tell he was wondering if I had left the door open on purpose, as he walked into the room. His eyes.