I always had a full van on the way up, but onthe way down the van was almost empty. It was the summer of 1985 and Iwas given twenty to forty dollars t... make the drive. I did this for theentire summer while I was home from college.I was a crossdresser for 11 years at this point and I was very good atit. Even when I wasn't dressed as a girl, some people were confused, Ialways had long hair and sometimes put it in a ponytail. I lived in thebasement of my parents' home and I had plenty of privacy.. His lips gummed my clit as he 'bowling balled' me, his thumb probing my cunt while his middle finger explored my asshole, probing, twisting as though searching for a non-existent prostate.It had been a couple of months from the time of our decision to make the video and the time that we actually fucked for masturbatory pleasure of unknown and unnumbered totally or temporarily unable to find a human being to share his or her orgasmic experience. A lot of that time was spent in getting fake. ..YOU SHOVE THAT BIG BLACK COCK OF A DILDO AS DEEP AND HARD INTO MY PUSSY AS OU AN....SLOWLY REACH OVER AND TURN THE SPEED ON HIGH...I. BEGIN TO SHAKE...AND MOAN LOUDLY....BEGGING YOU TO TURN IT DOWN .....YOU IGNORE ME AND JUST SMILE...THEN YOU TAKE YOUR ATTENTION TO MY SLOWLY VIBRATING ASS HOLE....YOU SLIDE THE TOY...IN..THEN....OUT...THEN....OUT....IN.....AND OUT....YOU LOVE TO WATCH IT.....YOU SLOWLY TURN THE VIBRATION UP...JUST A LITTLE THOUGH....NOW..YOU TURN OFF AND TAKE OUT THAT HUGE. She started to walk around Ingrid. She dragged the tickets down Ingrid's back, half scratching, half tickling her. Ingrid shuddered and moaned in spite of herself. Cindy said, "Ingrid, the boys talk about being in the 'friend zone,' and how much it sucks, you know?" Ingrid nodded. Cindy continued, "well, I know what they mean." She moved her mouth to behind Ingrid's left ear and half-whispered in a sultry voice, "it sucks." Ingrid's pussy was starting to distinctly tingle with Cindy's.