"And the winner is...Sarah Carerra!" The light on the camera came on onceagain to catch the large smile that spread across my lips. Then, before Iknew...what was happening I was being directed back onto the stage. It hadonly been about five minutes since I'd been in front of the crowd as theycheered after my performance, and they were nearly as loud as I walked overto the podium and accepted my second award of the evening.With the trophy in hand, and a smile on my face, I turned toward. I unbuttoned her blouse and opened it up reaching behind I unclipped her bra, pushed it up and bent down to lick her nipples."I haven't had sex for months" she said. As I licked and sucked her nips, my hand was on the front of her slacks rubbing up her crotch, she sighed. After a few minutes she said "I haven't got long" I put my fingers in the waistband of her slacks and pushed them down, her knickers came down also, Leaving them just above her knees I ran my finger down her slit.She was. Miley Cyrus actually has a deeper rougher voice than I do. Did I really use Miley Cyrus as a reference? Shoot me now. I just never worked on my feminine voice because my feminine persona was not for public appearances. It was only for my personal sexual pleasure. I then walked down to my den on the main level. The feeling of the skirt swishing over the nylon stockings and the sway of my breast easily caused my sexual arousal to increase in intensity. Along the way I stopped in the kitchen and. Such an intent look... Your poised as if to leave... But suddenly you reach forward and pat me on the back; coming closer your arm goes around me... You feel my shudders. My helplessness... I grab for some tissue but none is close by... you walk over and get me some... handing me a handful watching me. I feel you brush my hair from the side of my neck... I look at you and step away... trying to gain control but with a step the fine powder poofs up again and I am again sent into a fit of.