His eyes were closed as he felt her take control of his body. Her handslid down his torso till it reached his waist she hooked her fingers intothe wai...t band of his black lace thong and pulled it down his legs helifted his legs to let her get it out. She threw it onto the ground whereit joined his dress.He slipped his hands into the shoulders of her jacket and slipped it offit fell to the floor. Then he helped her off with her shirt. She pickedhim up and he wrapped his legs round her waist and. Uncle then did something that blew my mind and aroused me again. He put one of the wet fingers in his mouth and licked my wetness off it. “Mmm, sweta. Your lips down below are as tasty and sweet as your lips above”. Well, naughty remarks need naughty replies. So, I said, “Really? What about you? How do you taste?” I asked. And before he answered, I put my hand between his legs and grabbed his crotch. Uncle’s cock was already hard and stretched against his clothes. I smiled wickedly as I was. It wasn’t hate or anger, whichwould not have surprised him in the least. And it wasn’tpain or sorrow, either. Instead, it was unbridled lust.He leaned forward, ignoring his outraged cock for themoment. She merely stared at him. Her black eyes wereclouded, obviously she was in another world. He slapped her again on the other cheek, though not ashard. Now the outrage he was expecting came to a head.“Pussy,” she sneered. She got to her feet gracefully andturned around. He. But I need to know a lot more about certain things. Like thestories you've written and the things you write about. I can understandwhy you like to watch videos and look at photos and even read stories.But the ones you've written yourself are really intense. They seem totell a lot of what you think about and maybe even secret desires you mayhave. Your writing style is excellent but the subject matter is confusingto me. Tell me about your pen name...crossvestite. Why did you choosethat?"Now I was.