Looking at my eyes opens her legs very carefully, and I had a double surprise: she was not wearing panties and had a small penis, she was transsexual....I was increasingly excited. At that moment, they call her, she stops, she approaches me and with a very sweet voice she says: take my card, call me whenever you want. I could not speak, I just managed to take the card. She left. I read the card, it said her name: Vanessa! and her profession: masseuse and had a phone number. I was thinking for. I felt a little embarrassed, but that quickly went away. He positioned his head in front of my snatch, and took a deep breath. He lowered his head to my lips and kissed them all around. I moaned instantly. He opened my outer lips, and swirled his tongue around. He then began to put one finger, then two into my hole as he sucked on my clit. "Jake, oh my god," I screamed, in so much pleasure. He smiled at this and continued pumping and sucking. I grabbed the back of his hair and pressed his face. “Kristen,” Bea paused her insane cock riding and leaned over, out of breath. “You know why we’re here. You know what you want. So give him you pussy and you’ll get what you want.”I nodded and looked back to Jamal, he was on knees, pulling his swim shorts down, his cock sprung forth.“It’s, it’s,” I couldn’t finish my thoughts.“Big. I know. Now give me that white pussy,” Jamal said, practically tearing away my bikini bottoms. He climbed on top of me once more, guided his cock by the base,. How could I consider such a ludicrous idea? You were patient, understanding. You said you wanted to meet me; that we could just talk. There would be no pressure. You knew; remembering your first time. I was hesitant, putting you off. After one conversation we had, I had gone to bed. I dreamed of you. Of us. Of being together. Of sharing our bodies with each other. And the fear dissipated. The nervousness was gone. No longer self conscious. I called you the next day. I said I was ready. Ready.