“No, dear, now. Now I want to see more of you.”She put her glass down and reached behind her back and pulled the zipper of her dress down. I loo...ed at her, then at him. He had an expectant look on his face.“Don’t look at him, Abby. You’ve fucked him, already. It’s my turn now. You want to be his assistant and lover? You get both of us. Can you do that? Take care of both of us?”Damn, this was becoming a lot more than I expected. But, yes. I had no question. All those women in the. And it seems Jim never acted on hisfantasy, either. Too bad! Maybe we missed out on years of mutual fun.Now back to the task. Shirley sat quietly and expectantly, thirtysausage curls covering her head. Her face made up in the softest offemale colors. That was it. No drag queen. Just a guy, I guy I love,with certain feelings, needs and desires. And you know what? I am justthe woman to give my guy all he desires. He has done the same for me allthese years. So watch out! The hair is going to fly,. I told her to let go, and I would make it squirt myself. I started to yank on my dick, faster and faster, and I told them that I was gonna shoot soon, and I was going to make it squirt on them. They didn't really have time to respond, because I started to shoot jet after jet of hot cum, and I aimed for their flat chests, landing rope after rope on their beautiful naked bodies. They squealed in surprise, and put their. I wanted to wave to my new friend again, but was taken aback when the girl with the luminous eyes walked towards me. She gazed into my face for a few seconds, then put her warm hand in mine, and tugged me towards the line of taxis. The others glared at her, but she ignored them.In the taxi, she still didn't talk, only held my hand, sitting quietly. I looked at her, trying to work out what was going on, but her return glances were short. It seemed intrusive to stare at her, so I gazed around.