And that seemed to be true as no oneconfronted him openly. Plus, despite wearing feminine clothes, hereally hadn?t left his comfort zone because he b...sically wore pants anda sweater. Sure, the heels and the makeup stood out, but somehow hestill felt ?normal.? Not to mention that Stephanie had been right inthat people just didn?t notice a woman with a butch haircut wearingpants and a basic sweater.But the skimpy black dress was well outside his comfort zone and peoplewere noticing. For one. One of his hands gently stroked her neck. When she leaned back against him, her body pressed against his, his arms instinctively wrapped around her. His mouth found her neck, and she let out a long, low, sigh. Standing behind her, his hands roamed her body, her hands reaching back and cupping his head, as his lips danced against her neck. When he finally dared to cup her breasts, her arousal became audible. Suddenly, she turned, and they kissed, long and hard. Their tongues danced against. I can’t front, it plagued me. I mean her smile used to light the darkest of rooms and brighten my most troublesome days. But somewhere in time it faded. I blamed myself for letting things get this far. No amount of money was worth the love of my life. No matter how dim our flame was I have to fight for her, for us. (Ok bae) was her response to my voicemail that I had left about thirty minutes prior. This shit wasn’t sitting well with me. I boarded my flight to ATL from Dallas. I didn’t even. This had Merida going wild. She was moaning in pleasure and I felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter. Finally, Merida had enough of my fingerfucking and pulled me off her chest and my hands away from her pussy. She maneuvered herself on top of me and began riding me. She was riding me as hard and fast as she could and I was just beyond pleasure. Her wet pussy had enveloped my cock almost completely. Before long, she was bouncing up and down on my long, hard shaft. I enjoyed watching her.