I don’t need you to fuck me, for me to get what I want. Just so ya know,” she said with a wink. She also has spunk. I think I love you, I said to ...yself as I just stared at her in disbelief. “Oh really now? And how do you suppose you’re going to get my cock?” I asked, clearly knowing the answer. “Once again, you’ll just have to wait and see!” Holy shit she’s good! “I, uh, well, fuck…” I did not see that coming twice. “So how far away are we now?” I asked, trying to change the subject. “We’re. I won't call the bitch that to her face."We went down the hall and I knocked on the door."Who is it?" It's Jack. I want to get some clothes for tomorrow." Come in."I opened the door."And I want my dog. Come 'ere, Bozo."He was lying on the bed near Sara. He glanced up at Jill, then lay back down."JEESUS FUCKING CHRIST! Now you've stolen my dog. First my boyfriend and now my DOG. WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" But he was lonely. I was only helping out."I stepped between them."Sara, you've. ' Bruce whispered 'see that's all you had to do, now come on we gonna find us a nice bed and have some fun.' With Bruce pulling me backwards through the hall to the first room he came to, we entered the den. There was only a sofa, love seat, recliner, ottoman and entertainment center. Bruce turned me towards the sofa and said 'looks like this will have to do. Get out of those clothes. Bruce lifted his foot and placed hit in my pants and pushed them to my ankles. Again Bruce ordered 'get out. Masturbating away as you wallow in a deluge of girlie sensations - the soft friction of you sheer stockinged legs brush aghast each other and pretty panties around you waist, the tight embrace of a woman’s around your flat chest......immersed in girlie thoughts and girlie emotions.But all the while, there is this fear in the background - a fear of being caught in her stockings and underwear. So whilst you indulge yourself in girlie ecstasy and effeminacy, there is this common discomforting.