He makes way for another man before then.How many men fuck you one after the other as you lay there, held in place? Three? Four? Five? Nine or more? I... could be any number. I just put the word out, and my men turn up if they can. So I don’t know how many men take it in turns to pound your pussy. I’m sure that some of them will shoot their loads deep inside you, while others will want to draw things out. I’m sure there will be a number of loads dumped on you, as well. My men do love to drench a. The skirt was tight and short and her boobs were bursting out of the blouse. ‘Hello, sir! May I come in? I want you to sample my cookies.’ She skipped into the room and proceeded to flop down on the sofa. The skirt rode up her thigh, the thighs opened and she flashed the beaver. I could have dispensed with the game and just boned her right there but she loved the games. I took the lead since she had set the stage. ‘Little girl, you shouldn’t be in here with me alone. Something bad could happen. "Honestly?" he asked."I love you, son and I want to understand what you're thinking and feeling. We're beyond keeping any secrets," I pointed out.He paused as if gathering his thoughts."Well then, I love the cum," he said. "I think it tastes a lot better than pussy, and feeling cum splattering on my face is a major turn on." You get turned on from taking a facial?" I asked, this not an aspect I'd considered. That he received sexual pleasure from doing this, even though it should have been. 'Yes,' she continues as the girls silently remove my trousers. 'Wearing this feminine sissy dress must be your dream come true. Only a proper sissy would seriously wear this girlie creation. I don't know a fairy other than you who would suffer it.' She grins knowing the accuracy of her statement. The dress was my perfect dream. With its frills, ruffles and lashings of lace I couldn't wish for anything more girlish and youthful. I dreamed of wearing such a beautiful dress but would never admit.