She told me exactly how it happened, so guess how I feel about it all now. She told me stuff like how "he was so heavy on her that she could hardly br...athe sometimes, but had to take it". She wanted to "do him just the way he wanted to so that it would end quicker". She told me how he wanted her to sound and how he wanted her to bend her over and shove her face in a pillow and all those details. How he would squeeze her as he went. He made her wear bows and put her hair up and all kinds of. His eight-incher was engorged. He stuck it through the slit of his plaid boxers. “Suck this shit, fag!”“Mmhmm,” whined De’Shane.As the professional sissy sucked and worshipped the big White snake, Trent leaned back against the wall. “Hell yeah, boo! Lollipop that motherfucker! I’ma eat yo’ ass tonight!”De’Shane worked his head. He used no hands and made the one-time walk-on football player nut. He swallowed every bit.“You really make me gay as fuck,” Trent opined.“I’m sorry.”“Nah, bitch! You. I thought of asking someone, but I couldn't work up the nerve to actually do it. There is a very short list of people that I'd want to be in Las Vegas with." Is my name on the list?" Yes." Oh yeah, and how many other names are on this short list?" She was definitely using her flirting voice now. He could tell that she was hoping he wouldn't ruin the moment by rattling off a long string of names."Well, let's see, I'm sure I've got my list right here somewhere. Oh, yes, here it is. OK, I see your. I waited for some time and put my hand to at least touch her, it straightaway landed on her stomach, and I kept my fingers and started to feel her navel going inside in circular way with a finger and occasionally touching her entire stomach with my palm. The bus somehow entered a rough patch when my hand slipped and went down to her mound.I applied pressure with my palm on her mound once, twice, thrice when she herself started to push her mound to my palm. I thought this is the right time got.