Slipping three fingers into my thickened opening, I finger myself deeply, thinking about the things we have done. It doesn't take long to get myself o...f, as I stroke my swollen clit until my juices are flowing freely. The I recall the first time he had me go to the ladies room and remove my bra and thong while dining at a local restaurant. He had me masturbate myself while the waiter took our order. He ordered my meal, as I fingered my wet box to a fast and hot mini orgasm. Yes, I will suck his. Her hair was matted down and soaked, starting to look worse as it dried. She grabbed two towels and opened the door, out of habit poking her head out to check if anyone was downstairs. Of course, it was empty. She stepped out, feeling the cool basement air on her naked body. Being nude helped lift the stresses she had, she felt safe in her little basement world where she could be alone.She closed the door to the bathroom and ran the water, letting it get hot. She hopped in and the first thing. "Yeah, you're our little cum slut tonight aren't you." He said, fucking my mouth and throat with abandon until I felt his cock grow just slightly harder. He thrust his spongy helmet down my throat and held it there as it twitched and spasmed, sending streams of his cum down to my stomach. He pulled his cock back into my mouth as he finished, the last rivulet of his second load ending up on my tongue. I gently licked his sensitive and softening cock in my mouth until he withdrew it entirely; I. The feelings returning to Darryl were absolutely alien to him. They tingled and gave him a warm feeling between his legs that seemed to be pulsing with wetness. "Why is this happening to me? I always treated Liz with honor and respect and here she is forcing herself on me." Darryl wondered to himself. "I have always wanted this Darryl. Or should I call you Liz? For years I have had this hidden desire to be a man and force you to be me." Liz was still massaging Darryl's little feet and the warm.