This time I allowed her to stroke my cock through my pants. Even drawing it nearer to her , where upon she licked her red lipsticked lips with her t...ngue, no please I just want to watch and enjoy you fucking ! to watch you being wonderfully fucked i said moving back just out of her reach. I could hear his balls slapping against her as he plunged his thick cock inside her. The pace quickening, the strokes harder and harder. He held her hips and drew her closer to him. My eyes delighted in. " and i was like, " well man, i dont know what to tell you, but u gotta loosen up and be more easy going instead of all uptight n shit." i sat down on the log beside him, " dude its cool u showed up tho, cuz i never see u around." he said " well its cuz i like to be at home doing stuff." i said " doing what?" he said " dressing up like a girl." it kinda freaked me out to hear someone else with a womens clothes fetish. I thought he was just a gay. I said "really? Show me." he looked puzzled and. "Geesh, stubby, don't worry about it, there ain't enough there to even play with. A Cabbage Patch doll would be bored with what you're packing." Colin rubbed his hands together, scattering red dust on the ground around them. "Is there any way to get rid of these damn things? They itch." I guess you should learn to keep your hands to yourself. Now come on."They'd landed close to Martha's estate in Bedford, New York, which contained a palatial mansion fit for the Domestic Diva. Cupid sneaked up. Leashed me and lead me as a trophy to be displayed before the simpering curiosity of her 'friends'. Face flaming as I am passed amongst the assorted throng to be manhandled, ogled and drooled over whilst whispered words are shared behind covered mouths. The shameful memory of my earlier arraying and present appearance all-consuming. I'd been sent back thrice. A moue of disapproval greeting my efforts until eventually a figure-hugging dress; all breasts and hip-high side-slit was deemed.