Gaand pe haath jaathe hi main usnhe jor jor se dhabaane lga fislan se itni utejna ho rhi thi mujhe ke main usske dono chutdo ko pakad ker apne aur baa... baar zor se khichta,meri iss kireya se mera lund baar baar uski yoni ke operi hisse se ragar khata wo iss baat ka anandh apni aankhe bandh karke le rhi thi.Iske baad maine khud ko uski gaand ke paas bitha ker uska kisi ghodi smaan aasan lga diya,ab uss ke bde bde chutad oper ki taraf uthe huye the,main unke najdeek geya aur apna ek haath uski. "I'm Miss Jean, and I've heard much aboutyou." From whom?" asked Bill."From Susan." Miss Jean pointed across the room, and Bill somehowrecognized, through the makeup, the wig and the dress, his old friendJohn waving at him in the distance. "Oh my God," Bill muttered.Soon the three were sitting together, drinking and chatting and laughing.Bill found it surprisingly easy to relate to John as the female Susan, afamiliar yet delightfully different version of John. And it didn't takelong for Miss. I went over to her building, and wandered into her office.When I walked into her office, she was in a discussion with a co-worker, a tall brunette. When she saw me she almost ran over and gave me a big kiss. "Oh, you're here already, sir!" Becky said. "I wasn't expecting you yet." She turned to her co-worker and said, "Sorry, Rachel, we'll have to finish this later. I've got a lunch date."After Rachel left, Becky asked, "Where are we going for lunch?"I had Becky sit at her desk and said, "You. He’s done a great job keeping his cock hard, I think, as I light another cigarette. John sees me standing in front of him, my hair out of its ponytail with Barbs black nighie on over her red bra, its large double D cups filled with the hidden, water-bulging condoms. He doesn’t say a word, but just looks me up and down, his eyes wide and uncertain. I crawl up onto the bed and straddle him, determined that my pussy won’t be denied being stretched by this magnificent cock a second time.I put the.