He oozed cum out of the tip of his cock.She then told him "I shaved my pussy like my mom does hers. Feel it." He reached between her legs and rubbed h...r pussy. "It feels smooth" he told her. She pushed at him and said "So kiss it for me and lick it. You will like it. I will spread my legs for you." He kissed all over her pussy and licked her. Her pussy began to pulse. She instruced him "Put your finger in my fuck hole. Pretend it is your cock. Go in and out." As he fingered her hole she began. .. "Limehouse Pier..." she related.In one sense, to my annoyance, Mace and Mbute had considerable assistance from me. The girls had been quite helpless; strapped, hooded, gagged and caged so that they could be left while Harwell and I were visiting Sir Bristow. If they had not been secured so, I am sure that Horatia and the girls would, together, have resisted the intruders. However, that was not the case. Horatia alone had been easily overcome. All that Mace and Mbute had then needed to do was. Her pussy! Pussy, yes. She didn't even know where she'd heard the word, but she understood now what it meant to have a pussy instead of a vagina, hot, wet, eager, hungry. Naughty. Bad. She was a Bad Girl with a Bad Pussy, and she planned to make the most of it.She turned her face down and moaned into the sleeve of her jacket. Every little move she made pulled and rubbed at her clitoris. Her finger rubbed the inside of her pussy. She was mashing at what had been, only moments ago, too tender to. I became the closet cross dresser who was also attracted to transsexuals keeping it under lock and key in my mind. it was the only place where I could find comfort with it. now let me state after sometime I did not feel weird about how I felt just who the hell would except it. I was a person who gave in to pure pressure all the time back then. since I was too stubborn to be me completely honest eventually it ruined my relationships with people I dated. because I wanted to wear women's panties.