I was a sweet cake that needed frosting, and here it was. The O I got from her touching me was fast and hard. Before it went away, I was ready for ano...her! He rubbed his cock, still hard, still cummy around my forehead and my cheeks. I had a second, bigger one, but I knew I had three or four bigger ones left. Another guy came by. He saw the semen on my face and I guess he thought that was hot, and that he had better put some there, too. I have to admit, this was an afternoon where getting. "Hiya Sweetie, I am Janet and you are?"That simple question and you are stumped, Niles. Even with embracinghis feminine side in private, the man who was comfortable in pantiesnever gave her a name. He did not care about being judged, no one hasthe right to say he went about crossdressing the wrong way. He washuman and deserved to be who he was, just like anyone else does.A little defensive, Niles gave his name.Janet knew exactly how to handle the situation, she had to just aboutevery week. . "Annngghhh! Oh!" she yelped, wincing with pain.Arthur pushed his angry face right up into hers. "That's just a hint of what you're gonna get, honey," he hissed. "Where's the bedroom?" He yanked her roughly down the small hallway to her bedroom. "Here?" He pulled her inside. "This where you fucked Yvette? She has a beautiful body, doesn't she?" Again he pushed his face up against Laura's, snarling. "Did you fuck her right there? On that bed? Did you eat her pussy? Did you squeeze her titties?. He snickered and pulled his hand from my body to move that shirt of his up until bare boy flesh was in his view. My legs were close together, to which he parted with soft caressive touches, and my little pink boy hole was in full view of my father, the fabric’s hem just above it. My heart was racing again, but this was in a good way. Like a pleasant dream rather than a horrifying nightmare. When he pulled on my leg to sit me down, and then slipped his shirt off of my body, I was in bliss and.