So, I was preparing for my weekly encounter. I had my hair looking pretty and my makeup and lipstick were all in place. My nails were done on both my ...eet and hands and it was time to "get dressed". What would Darren like? What would please my man. I knew that he loved red panties on me, that always got him so hard.As I picked through my lingerie draw I thought of the first time with Darren. We were both seventeen. I was at home alone, or so I thought. I had been cross dressing for a year, this. I only knew I was falling when I hit the ground like a bag of cement.The last thing I heard before I completely lost consciousness was Ornias' voice hissing, "Sleep well, whelp. I'll see you in your dreams."And then all the lights in my head went out.Closing the door to the master bedroom, I stood for a moment in the hallway, deep in thought.There was nothing stopping me from keeping Samantha except my own doubts. I had thought I was playing Boy Scout, doing a good deed in giving Sam the body. It took a second but I recognized him. His name was James, and he livedtwo apartments over. Blonde hair, worked out, had a way of speaking thatmade him seem smarter than he looked. I had barely had any interactionwith him.I just nodded slowly at his question, fearing he may have recognized me.I don't think he realized I could see his eyes through his sunglasses.Even though he was talking to me, he was staring directly at my breasts.It made me uncomfortable at the same time I was glad he. .. he started to slowly pump away on me... as my pussy relaxed he quickened his pace and before long my pussy was being pounded so hard that my lock was banging against my caged clit so hard it almost hurt. His stamina was incredible and he jackhammered away on me as I lost myself in sissy bliss... as his big cock fucked away on me I began to feel that familiar glow deep inside my sissy pussy... my moans turned into squeals as I began to quiver and waves of the most amazing sissygasm washed.