Self- deprecation makes no sense. Anyway, I like fancy ramen. I like toasted cheese sandwiches. I like the cook." He got up to kiss Jeanette.She pulle... his face into hers for a minute's kiss, then got up so they could kiss standing. Each had hands on the other's rump. He started to knead. Jeanette broke the kiss."Do I have time for a shower and..." she asked. They were perfectly open with family, friends, and casual acquaintances about using contraception. Somehow, between themselves it had. ."Palms sweaty, knees are weak, arms like spaghetti- reciting dumb Internet memes again- mom's spaghetti-I'm a young girl in my twenties. Fairly average height, fairly average build. Not exactly the most voluptuous or beautiful person in the world, but I've been told I was cute before, soooo... Yeah.Short messy blonde hair, with blue eyes. Everyone seems to be convinced that my hair color is fake though, with the explanation being something like, "It's too bright and shiny to be real!" Whatever. She obviously remembered my pink ass from earlier. I should have looked at more than her ass on the walk to the back of the store. The riding crop must have been in her hands already.Swish...Smack "Any time now Sissy Boy, I have other customers."I pulled the panties on, enduring three more smacks of the crop. Turning around to face her, I felt the riding crop rubbing my hard-on."Yes those look so good on you Sissy Boy," she said as she walked around checking me out, rubbing me all over with the. Fucking Marcy always went accompanied with plenty of kissing and lots ofteasing roaming hands. Lisa especially seemed to loved playing withMarcy's nipples while fucking her from behind and whispering in her earwhat a good sissy she was. It was something that Marcy had to admit feltstrangely good. She had never considered that her nipples could be sosensitive or that they could bring her so much pleasure.It was slightly worrying as well though as Lisa's playing with them leftthem feeling.