The top was reasonably tight, obviously short , and had writing on the front. Despite the writing, it was quite sheer and my boobs and nipples could b... seen through the sheer material.“You look hot, your ass is literally eating up that thong babe,” James commented as I modelled the outfit for him.My pussy immediately got a little wet at his comment. I’ve always loved when James (or men in general) comment on my body or choice of sexy revealing outfits and this was no exception. My excitement. “Not another hermaphrodite!” I thought though my cock reacted differently with more presumed dribbling from the tip. “You rike Joe san?” she asked. “You,re beautiful, Emiko, but you,re a Man!” “I was born a boysan, but I want to be ojosan so have doctor give me titties. When have enough yen have new pussy, no more cock!” “Doctors can do that?” I asked. “Hai, but cost taksan much yen, 120 thousand, maybe more.” “Call me Sister Boy. I suck your cock, love taste of cum. You fuck Emiko. Emiko rike. ‘You’ve never jizzed between my boobies either. But that would be so hot, feeling your load spurt and spread over my titties. Mmm, I would have to lick it all up.’ I told her then that I wanted to see what kinky thing she had planned, still fucking her tits. ‘Sure thing, sir,’ she said cutely, bouncing her boobies around my cock. ‘I just hope it doesn’t make you cum too fast.’ She stood up, turned around, and started teasing me with her ass, holding it out while I touched it, playing with the. " Jillian's room was a museum of a different sort with high ceilings and large mullioned window bays. Perhaps because I have no sisters, a girl's room is a thing of mystery and whispered erotic potential. In the case of Jillian's room, Eros didn't whisper, he bellowed. The walls were decorated in a sea of nude photos. There were all sizes and kinds, from postage-stamp sized daguerreotypes to 16x20-inch glossy prints. There were males and females. Some were artistic. Some were erotic. Some were.