I suggested Trish get hold of Stephanie.Trish got off the phone with Steph and said she was good for the evening.Tamara suggested Italian food. Trish ...aid okay as long as they had good margaritas. I said I know the place, Olive Garden.We got to the restaurant about five-fifteen. We were seated in the corner of the restaurant where we could watch the sunset. Except for the West Coast, Albuquerque had the most spectacular sunsets I'd ever seen. I ordered a round of Italian margaritas. They take. The cum oozed rather than leapt from me. But the feelings wereconsiderably more intense.Eric enjoyed himself too, I guess. I was really paying more attentionto my own orgasms. Thereby proving that I still had malecharacteristics.We lay on our backs, kissing and fondling each other's peters. Seekinganother round as soon as blood would re-engorge Eric's manly meat.I was so desperate for a second fuck that I would have offered him atransfusion at that point if he needed it.He didn't.We went. And I also could see that he was wondering why my mom didn't come down stairs with me to help me "try and find something". If he only knew the truth, that I knew where everything was downstairs because I dressed up in girl's clothes regularly.So I went downstairs to the basement, opened the steamer trunk and pulled out a pair of pink satin panties, the off-white garter belt and tan stockings, the ivory-colored bra, and the white stretch lace full slip. I was out of my other clothes in one. He placed my legs on top of his shoulders to get even deeper inside of me. I loved every second of it; loving every inch of his cock. Yes, I came again. Hopefully, you are keeping track while reading this, because I indeed lost count as there is no counting or even thinking allowed in paradise. Nick then removed his throbbing cock from my pussy. He maneuvered up the bed and said, “Suck my cock and taste your sweet pussy juice.” My body tingled as I was about to get my dessert. Sucking his cock.