Not better, not worse, just different. Absent-mindedly I found my fingers were twirling Hannah’s long hair, while her fingers seemed to be doing the...same with my limp and sticky cock.“Penny for them?” she asked.“To be honest, I’m not really thinking of anything at the moment. Maybe just how much I enjoyed that, enjoyed making love to you,” I replied to Hannah’s question.Hannah smiled happily. “That’s a good answer, honey. Just what a girl wants to hear,” as she turned her head, signaling she. I pulled out and she sucked it clean. “It’s your turn” Sonny said while starring at Stacy. So Stacy sat back up on the table and spread her legs. I began to slap her pussy lips with the head of my cock just to tease her a little. Then I dove deep inside her milf pussy. Sonny moved behind me and grabbed my ass. She was pushing me into Stacy harder and harder. “ fuck her like a good boy” Sonny said with her Latina accent. I thrusted into Stacy continuously while she tried not to scream. “ I want. .. me... and maybe whatbeing with me and rodding and setting and everything." He sat heavilyin a chair.His mother gazed fondly at the young man; aware he had bypassed most ofthe emotional distressed that choosing the skirt would cause. He chosehis words carefully as he took a seat across from His son."Jeff you know what choosing to wear a skirt tells the other boys."Jeff nodded"And you know that they are going to treat you different and actdifferent and THINK differently about you."Jeff added. She was a vision. The kind of girl he always fantasized about but would never have had the nerve to hit on when he was single.Her tan foot exited the yellow 78 Vette. It was pedicure in bright red polish. Her long legs followed. She stood at least 5'8" tall. Her curves were awesome. She had enough tone to show she was in great shape, but not so much she looked big. No, this one was slender, totally feminine.She rose from the car. Today she was really going to treat him right. She wore her.