When we were well away from the other two I spread the blanket and waited to see what would happen. Mum wrapped her arms around me and hugged me to he...."By the feel of your big cock pressing against me you want to have sex with me, but we don't have to do anything if it doesn't seem right!"I wrapped my arms round her and pulled her even harder to me, rubbing my body against her, revelling in the sensation of her breasts pressing against my chest and getting very close to climaxing from rubbing. Usually we meet in Tgirl friendly or gay club in London and just talk and dance and generally have a nice time together. Pia knew that some of the clubs had a different function during the week and that they became venues for very hedonistic and raunchy evenings for Tgirls and other like minded people. I had been to one of these evenings so Pia often pestered me with questions about what had happened and what I had done there. After a couple of minutes of questioning I simply said to her ‘why. I just made sure that I kept a good supply of panty liners in the truck and changed them often. The other problem, with me, had surfaced when I was a k** and had just started spreading for boys…my first real boyfriend, Ron, was the first very happy recipient of the ‘problem’.Once I’m fucked – like most true sluts – after a little rest, I’m always ready to go again. Bill didn’t have a problem with that at all. Once we arrived at our destination; Bill was told that there would be a two hour wait. I offered to let him try it. He said that he probably couldn't get his dick up for a man's hairy ass. I said that I would start with something else first.I dropped to my knees, unzipped his trousers and fished out his cock. He wore no underwear, and I thought maybe he thought something was going to happen, and he didn't want to waste time with extra clothing.Now, my landlord, Michael, is a big, heavy set, swarthy Italian man, with a nice beer gut, and is covered with hair on his chest and.