I slid my cock into her gorgeous tight ass. Not violently, but fast enough to make Terri tense up.I asked if she was okay.She said, “Oh yeah, you...17;re just so damn big that’s all. Mmmm, yeah, big cock.”I screwed her hard. Holding her ass so she couldn’t move. I then bent over to play with her tits.Terri said, “Oh, damn, play with my girls.” She started giggling.I massaged both of her breasts in one hand.Terri laughed and said, “I guess its true what they say about the size of a. M. then decided to take the chance and take the trash out. Nownormally there wouldn't be a problem in taking out the trash. It wasjust a short walk down the sidewalk through the back yard to the trashbin that sat by the garage door facing the alleyway. But I guess Ifailed to mention that I was totally dressed and made up as a woman.That isn't a problem either, except I am a man! I'm a normal guy in mostevery respect except for my little "hobby." So, sometimes when I can'tsleep or when I get up. You spread my natural lube around my pussy and on your hand. You pinch your fingers and thumb together, and start to push and corkscrew your hand into my cunt. I lift my hips slightly, but you push me down. I relax, you know what is best for me. I trust you. I've learnt to trust you. If I didn't, I wouldn't be hear, making a mess for you. "Breathe Berri; relax my little one". And as you say my name, my cunt takes grasp of your wrist. A sharp intake of air. You stop, and let me accustom my body. Some sort of agent was fussing around the girls too, but he eyed Pat and Megan with professional interest as soon as they sat. Sure enough, after a few minutes he sauntered over."Good day, young ladies! My name is Otto Kronenberg. I represent a few of the best known fashion models. Should you ever get interested in modelling, just give me a call or send me an e-mail."He produced a card which Pat studied with a smile on her face. She looked up at the man."Thanks. If I ever feel like throwing up.