Over your breasts, along your stomach down your thighs and back up again to your pussy. You start rubbing your clit with your fingers as you grab your...breast with your other hand. “Too clean am I baby?” I watch you playing with your sweet pussy and I start playing with my cock as I watch you tease yourself. My hand’s going up and down my shaft. We watch each other play with ourselves, turning each other on even more. I walk up to you and pull your lips to mine and kiss you deeply, my tongue. I allowed her to pull me to her and planted my tongue on her clit. It was a wonderful combination of her sweetness and his saltiness all mixed together. I started to flick my tongue over her clit and she moaned louder. I then slid my tongue down to her opening, licked at it, then shoved my tongue into her. “Yes baby, eat my pussy! Lick up his cum!” she gasped.I’d never tasted semen before, never had an interest in anything of the sort, but somehow I was doing as told and loving it. I ate and. Which was fine, since it kept my secrets from him, such as the fact I always preferred peeing sitting down. Not to mention going about the house in my Mom's shoes and clothes. As I grew older, I outgrew Mom's clothes; I could only wear her hose; which was much warmer in the Maine winters than longjohns, especially the feet area. Mom would still get upset with me when I would sit cross-legged; saying only gay people do that. She would also be upset when I'd buy my own costume jewelry at the. I wondered if you would be interested in helping out in a little project I’ve started.” She looked at me, a bit blankly, and said “what kind of project?”. “Well”, I replied, it’s basically a club for people to go to have sex. For fun. And stretch their sexual boundaries. That sort of thing. “ Well, she hadn’t been expecting me to say that. She looked stunned. “Anyway, I continued, “If you are interested, we meet at my friend Karen’s house every wednesday from about 10am. Girls must wear skirts.