Our wet lips touching, we maintain eye contact. Sharing air. “Fill me up with your cum.” I whisper and just imagining it is enough to send me over...“Yuki!” My already tight pussy tightens and squeezes around Yuki’s thrusting cock and it’s too much for him.“Oh, God…” Yuki’s strokes are short and erratic until he finally forces himself to the hilt, and then deeper, spraying all his sweet juice deep inside me. “Yui…” He murmurs still twitching and thumping in response to the pulsing ripples of my. Because that's what counts. Didn't you feel pretty in your ball gown andhoopskirt?"I had to admit that I did, and nodded."You see?" she cried. "When you felt that good about yourself and howyou looked, you didn't care what anybody else thought. But I'll tell yousomething else," she added."What?" Because you felt so good and were so happy, that's why nobody botheredlooking at you so closely that they could see the boy in you. They onlysaw a girl."I nodded, tentatively. "What did you have in. There’s little to look at. The glass has blinds pulled across it, so it’s just us penguins, a medium-sized cactus and a simple water feature. It’s an ordinary suburban house in a regular suburban street. Do the neighbours know what goes on here? The floor tiles feel sticky against my bare feet.I clutch my orange juice and soda. Tonight doesn’t seem like one for alcohol. We don’t need to work up courage, right? The women are here for sex anyway. And dehydration of any sort seems a stupid idea in. I made sure my shorts were pulled up properly and my now semi rigid cock was in a comfortable position. I opened the front door. Standing in front of me is what I could only describe as one angry amazon. It looked as though she had hastily put on a tee-shirt and shorts. She would had to have been 6’4” tall in her bare feet, she looked about 45 but could be older. Her large breasts were wobbling under her tee-shirt and her nipples were hard. She was staring straight at me as I opened the.