There’d be a literal pool of precum on my stomach by this point, and with my hands behind my back there wouldn’t be anything I could do about it. ...is friend would start to fuck me, going in long, lazy strokes at first. I could hear their other friend, but couldn’t see him. He’d be encouraging them, telling them to ‘fuck the slut harder’, and that would just make me hotter because at that moment I would be a slut, their slut, totally, and my cock would throb and I’d close my eyes and I’d start. It was a wondrous sight."I think that would be good," she said.And it was.* *On Saturday night, Zoe decided we were going to go out to the Dollhouse, agay-friendly bar on the East Side. She wore a slinky black dress. Chet worea blue shirt and khakis. And I wore a yellow maid's dress that screamed outwhat a sissy I was.That was Zoe's plan. On Saturday nights, the sissies flock at theDollhouse. We looked like Skittles, to tell the truth, lace and frills andpinks and blues and lavenders and. Naanum chithi veetirku sendru pazham koduthen, appozhuthu parka kudathathai paarthu viten, chithi nirvaanamaaga aadai matri kondu irupathai paarthu viten. Chithiyai paarthathum enaku oru vitha kaama aasai vanthu vitathu.Chithiyai naan paarkum pozhuthu avargal mulaiyai maraipathaa illai kuthiyai maraipathaa endra santhegathil irunthu kondu irunthaargal.Naan vaitha kangal edukaamal kaama mulai matrum kuthiyai paarthu konde irunthen. Chithi idam avargal udambai paarthu vittu chithi sorry naan. He slid the cloth over her belly and between her legs. ‘Ohhhhh!!!’ Helen cooed, parting her legs to make access easier for his hand. Soon she was shaking and grabbing at Bobby’s arms for support as he thoroughly lathered her vagina. She was breathing hard, her luscious chest rising and falling. ‘If…if you…keep…keep doing that,’ she panted, ‘I’m going to come!’ ‘Isn’t that what we’re here for?’ Bobby asked, persisting with the caresses that were driving his lovely companion wild. ‘Mmmmmmm!!!!’.