“Make… Me…Cum… Yes, Yes, Fuck…Oh God!” By this time she was almost yelling it, and it was very clear above the sound of the movie. God it ...as incredible! I moved closer and added my other hand to viciously rub her clit while I pumped my three fingers in and out of her slit. She tensed up, her legs shook uncontrollably as she raised her knees in the air and she was just silent as the waves overtook her body again and again. Although she was done, a few of the audience members were not. And I. There, I had swallowed cum. But I sure as hell wasn't going to do it with somebody else.The next morning I went down to see Lana, even before I had a chance to jack off. But she had already taken off for the day, apparently, and that left me with nothing to do. Well, except spend the whole day beating off. I went back downstairs, dug out my stash of Penthouses, put the headphones on to Van Halen (can you imagine that being background music for sex now?) and dropped trou. I was curious about. Its just not the case.As for being a transvestite, well, the simple fact is that I dont get anysexual charge from women's clothes. None. they are just what a womanwears, so that's what I wear.To further that point, its not about the clothes.I wear pants and a shirt most days. Dresses and skirts are saved forspecial occasions - just like most women my age. Yes, there are times whenI want to be more feminine, but I'm a practical woman , and so end up incomfortable, durable clothes. And as for. Her back was bent into a semi-circle and her hairy pussy was being slashed and squashed into the side of a vibrator.Her feet were the quite ones, engraving her strong body onto the bed. “Ugh, fuck this.” And just like that she stopped. She threw her vibrator down, but let it slip a bit too far, making a cracking noise against the wall. She gasped and sat up, looking towards me. Her eyes seemed to ask if she woke me, but I looked as if I was still sleeping. I was slow, and reluctant to do what I.