She’d been smoking, he could taste it on her tongue, but he didn’t care. He pressed her backward, leaning over her body cradled in his arms as the... kissed passionately. How long had he dreamed of this? Too long. And there was no sense holding back now. He brought his right hand from her back to her tummy and stroked her soft, pliant skin. He moved up, pushing his hand under her shirt. Nina moaned into his mouth, moaned again as his hand closed over her ripe young breast. She wasn’t wearing a. From the looks of things, it’s really a strictly girl’s-only club anyway. Except for perhaps the Princess, I’d be the only 100% male hero there. That could, and will ... get pretty awkward.”“The Princess is more than female enough to be just considered as one of the girls. While she acts like the biggest Broadway ‘poof’ there is, inside her head she’s as feminine as they get, and she gets them ... men that is, whenever she can. Her backdoor sees more action than the front doors of Grand Central. “Yes, I am love, I just can’t get her out my head love.”“Bella you mean darling?” Asked Charly. Bella was my world, my beautiful transvestite gurl friend for five years. She was the most beautiful tranny the world had ever seen and everyone wanted her, she oozed confidence. Not only that but she taught me to be a proper transvestite, how to apply my makeup properly and to walk like a lady and if it was really possible how to talk more feminine, she was everything and I adored her, plus I got. How his warm tongue glided over my body. I rubbed the front of my pants absentmindly, still thinking about the blowjob i'd received. I stuck my hand inside my briefs, remembering his hot breath over my skin. My eyes closed and I rubbed my shaft slowly, gently. I could almost feel his lips on mine, him nearing naked, me watching his head bob on my cock. I rubbed my dick a bit faster and bit my lip. I started imagining him all the way naked, on his hands and knees, begging for my cock. I moaned.