Any way we left that afternoon with a date for her that night so we went home she had a shower before you know it where on our way to his she was nerv...us but we new this guy well hes single well built and friendly. we arrived at his flat he opened the door let us in offered us drinks we sat for half an hour my wife necked wine like it was water she went off to the toilet and while she was gone he asked me when he should start I said now if ya like so I pulled the chair to the corner of the. She took the panties and wrapped them around my cock. She started to wank me.I was in heaven. She was close enough for her hip to be next to mine but I had a sense that she wasn't inviting any touching. She was concentrating on the job in hand; she was here to focus on relieving me.I switched between laying back and leaning up so I could see those amazing breasts jiggle a little as she increased her strokes. She started to speak but so softly I could barely hear her at first.She was muttering,. She could be over 25 and six feet tall, not fat but sturdy as a weightlifter. Her brawny arms were thicker than my thighs, her muscular thighs were thicker than my waist, her boobs were bigger than my buttocks and her rough worker hands were larger than my feet, all of it tightly fitted into her thick chocolate skin. This surprised me, since Olivia Taylor and her pals were such a bunch of snobby racists. No doubt they were hating me more than her. By the way, I was a raven-haired spec. A tiny. Nothing special, some yoga, cardio, squats and etc. I always used to love to workout at gyms, as I felt it helped reduced any stress, and I would sleep better at night. However, now I could enjoy it as a woman and do certain workouts without someone looking at me funny. It wasn’t until I got onto the treadmill that I had some time to think. I had noticed that back when I was just a crossdresser, I would have more of a desire to try naughtier things like go out with a butt plug or anally.