Daren had turned thirty-four years old two days ago and couldn’t remember a time when he wanted a woman as much as he wanted Stephanie. She smelled ...ike raspberries and a hint a vanilla and it was driving him nuts. He wanted to take her back to his hotel room and spend the weekend making her moan and gasp while he claimed her body. He could hear her breathe deeply in and out as he slid his hands to her inner thighs. He knew he was rushing her and never in a million years would he have thought. Some of it was okay but some things were just too nasty. I would do some things but not all that he wanted I did not like the taste of cum and would not sallow which I think bothered him. He tried to get me to do anal but he is pretty large and it just would not work. He tried for a long time to get me to shave my pubic hair but I just did not like the feeling. I also had a number of woman problems so Jeff was on hold a lot. I tried to keep him happy by hand but it was not enough for him. As. So, whether I was BORN "that way," or became that way as a result of my pact with Satan, I gradually found myself gravitating toward homosexual thoughts, and a few days later, I experimented with cross dressing for the first time. Again, I was home alone and masturbating, and apropos of nothing, I ran to my mom's room and painted my lips red with one of her lipsticks! Then I stepped into a pair of her high heels - which were tight - and looked at myself in the full length mirror. The 2 minute. Emma learned quickly, so after just a couple of times, she already knew exactly how to make the long, hard bulge in Mike 's pants put just the right amount pressure on the little button at the top of her slit . . . to send delicious tingles of pleasure through her young body. As she continued her playtime, her kisses were slowly becoming more impassioned, her hips starting to move a little quicker and her breath was getting shorter when things took an unexpected turn. Mike had gone back to.