It felt like skin but a bit more velvety and looser in spots. Tommy moaned loudly as she trailed from his head down to his balls, dancing lightly thro...gh his pubic hair. Finally, she grasped it gently along the shaft. It twitched when she did, making her gasp and almost let go. She moved her thumb to its head and rubbed across it. This part was much smoother, especially with the pre-cum she was spreading around. Tommy's hips began to buck violently.Bobbie Jo quickly pulled her hand away. She. He had thought he was a size 10 but decided a size 12 wouldfit him better. With his wig, shoes and a little make-up he spent awonderful evening swishing and mincing around the flat, casting admiringglances at himself whenever he passed the full length mirror on hiswardrobe door.Over the next months he acquired a sizable wardrobe of garments, shoesand make-up. He allowed his hair to grow but he still purchased two morewigs; a shoulder length blond and an auburn bob. He made many visits tovarious. He smiled back and stood. We shook hands and I told him I’d see him next week.I watched him from my window, race across the parking lot to his car. I couldn’t help but think how handsome and nice he was. No wonder white women like him. I felt shame for thinking that, clutching my left hand, running my finger over my wedding ring.*I hear my daughter somewhere. She’s crying out in pleasure. One of Fat Rob’s friends must be fucking her. I’m in Fat Rob’s arms, kissing him as he bounces me on. The smell of him fills the air, and I memorize his eyes, and his lips, and his shoulders. My thumb gently brushes over his hand but he makes no motion to return this affection, my tears are falling down my increasingly cold cheeks and he makes no move to brush them away. That dark skinned woman is standing over my shoulder now her hand is resting on one of my slumped shoulders, and she speaks. The man does not take notice to this stranger in his bedroom. “It’s time now…” I remove my hand from.