"Not a problem," I responded. I wondered who the old coot was.I would have been devastated, spilling wine, except that this was no great loss. It was ...hio wine, one step down from Boones Farm, which tastes like Welch's Grape Juice with alcohol added. The only thing to be said is that it was better than the beer. I noticed that a cousin, Russ, had snuck in his own beer in a cooler which he had safely tucked between his feet. He obviously knew what to expect.I looked around the hall, now filled. You lick your pussy juices from of my lips. We begin to French kiss. You raise up your legs indicating that you're ready for my hard cock. I grab the back of your knees and put them upon my shoulders. I slide my cock into your tight wet pussy you gasp louder with every inch of dick. Like a raging bull I start ramming you Faster! Harder! Deeper! Your moving your waist backwards and forwards as I'm fucking you. You grit your teeth as my long thick black cock slightly touches your cervix. I can. Goatee man followed us out and showed us through to an area with lots of sofas and a bar at the far end. Hubby and I sat down next to each other and goatee guy sat opposite facing us. Hubby loosened his towel and I instinctively started playing with his cock. By now several other men were slowly congregating.Husband gestured goatee guy over to sit by my side, so now I was sitting in between them both. I reached down and took goatee guys cock in my hand and gently started wanking him. As he. Good thing Mom feels that way too. Okay, okay. I promise, Sis.Girl Scout's word of honor. Stephie doesn't eat shit. But what if, justwhat if mind you, Stephie really liked poo pudding. What fun would itbe to feed it to her? Get the idea? What Karl hasn't worked out is howto create a subconscious compulsion to be a sissy with a consciousrevulsion at what's been done to them.Oh my, look at the time. I have to get back to the office and make atelephone call. No, of course people aren't still.