You rest on top of me, my staff buried deep inside you. Your breasts with their long dark nipples press against my chest, and your head is next to min.... You rock your hips gently, sliding yourself up and down my throbbing cock. Your breath is excited but controlled in my ear, somewhere between a gasp and a laugh. With my hands on your ass, I move slowly in and out of you, enjoying every inch of our touching sweating bodies. ‘Oh, you just keep doing that, oh just like that,’ you whisper in my. “Let me help ya,” she said and she rose. She got a bit tipsy as she did and reached out and grabbed my shoulder. I reached and naturally in so doing brushed her tits, innocently, of course. She looked up at me and smiled. “They are always getting in the way, aren’t they?” she joked. I looked sheepishly at her and said “Oh, sorry Jane. I didn’t mean to….” I was saying when she looked at me and leaned in close to me smashing her abundant orbs against me and said “accident? Oh, what a shame. I was. He turns them and pins them down against my backside, bent at the elbows. He holds both my arms down with one of his large hands and slams into me again. “Oh fuck!” I scream at the pressure. He does it again. Jesus fuck, this man is exasperating. Every time I speak he's so incredibly rough. “You’re an asshole,” I say, panting against the counter. After a silent second, he slaps my ass so hard, tears well up in my eyes. “I’ll show you an asshole,” he murmurs and starts fucking me. We sat at the dinner table in silence. I don't know what I couldhave said to comfort her, and I'm sure she felt the same. What do youtalk about when you find out your only son is a cross-dresser?It's not like I'm some flaming homosexual or anything like that. Thepanties I purchased aren't the g-string neon pink things. I wouldn't becaught dead wearing anything like that. I actually prefer the low-cuthigh waist cotton briefs. It doesn't hurt if they have a touch of laceor maybe a pretty floral.