Dried soles, rough. I immagined her giving me footjob, but just dreams. I told her that I needed that she lie on her stomach in sofa and let her soles...for me work. In this moment, I put some random misture in a little cup and putted it in her stove for warm. The fake warm lotion. I asked for her put the blindfflod and she did it. I start witha foot massage, my hands touched every inch of her feet. I can feel the rough of her soles, without oil her soles could easyly skin a dick. I start to put. We would use either Winston, my eight-inch vibrating dildo with all its straps, or Python Mel's eighteen-inch double headed dildo. Using Winston was a power trip for me, strapped to my groin I could thrust into and control Mel's naked body and I was beginning to understand a mans point of view. It felt like every time I strap it on I got an injection of testosterone into my system. Using Python, nice as it was, was a joint sharing of the pleasure, I'm not knocking it, but sometimes it was nice. You can feel the warmth of my breath on you. As you feel my breath closer and closer to your wet aching pussy your breathing quickens. You bite your lower lip, your hips writhing as you pull at your restraints. I kiss your pussy softly, slowly, gently. My hands roaming, teasing up your tummy towards your breasts caressing them, feeling them, rolling you nipples between my fingers as my tongue parts your wet tingling slit. Licking up and down, teasing your pink getting closer and closer to. While I knew that I could look like a girl,having already done it, I also knew that becoming a girl every daywould be very hard. Just to get by, I would certainly have to do mymakeup and hair every day, probably my nails, then act like a girl thewhole time. Walking wouldn't be to hard I guess, but hand gestures,using the ladies rooms, having other girls wanting me to join in withthem, that would be very hard, if I agreed that is. I just knew itwouldn't be easy. On top of that, mom thought that.