.THEIR bedroom....The nerve of that TRANNYSLUT! "OR is it TRANNY SLUT Barbie? Isn't that what the other boys in yourhoneymoon suite are calling you...at times? That's what I've heard. I'veheard A LOT of bad stuff about you, actually."Rumour had it that Barbie boy wasn't playing well with the other boys inthe pack, this certain blondie femme already settled down inside theStallion Freddy love nest. Since some of the robust, gay gym rats in theboyfriend's live-in posse resented the kid,. Mom came back from the bathroom with a warm, wet washrag. She tenderly washed the mucus and tears off my face before she knelt by the bed again. "Sweet baby," she said, before giving me a loving kiss on the lips."Now let's see, what do I have here for you?" she muttered, pawing through the stuff on the floor. "Ahhh, here we go, just the thing."She came up with a dildo that looked big enough for a horse!"MOM!" I protested."Now dear, this is what you wanted to experience, isn't it?" Mom asked. But you're not going to cum on my pretty feet, no... you're going to cum into your other hand. Go on, do it, cum for me. Do it. Do it NOW!"Ben tensed and felt himself bucking as he lifted his left palm under the head of his cock, the first spurt flew over his hand and landed on Jackie's thigh, dripping slowly down as he continued to pump the rest of his load out into his hand."That's it, don't stop until those balls are totally drained for me," Jackie growled.Ben kept pumping and squeezing. Then I opened my mouth and pushed the head inside, my lips and tongue caressed it, licking and sucking. I had been fantasizing for months before building up the courage to actually go on-line to a sex store and ordering it, worrying about the size, the color the shape, filled with dread of being exposed, trembling in terror and sexual excitement at the thought of sucking it and most of all my most secret inner hunger to force it down my throat, pretending it was a man forcing me. .