I had seen my first shemale photo spread a couple years before in an issue of Hustler and was instantly intrigued and turned on by what appeared to be...a hot female with a thick cock. I first wondered if I was gay, but I knew I was just much more sexually open minded than most and I just enjoyed the visual. After one day of indulging my fantasies, I was getting a hot dog near the Port Authority bus terminal when this slender black chick approached and started a conversation with me. She told me. AS HE BENDS HIS HEAD TO ME HE OPENS HIS THROAT TO ME AND I GRAB HIS THROAT WITH MY TEETH AND PULL AND BITE AS HE STARTS TO GROWL AND PUMP ME HARDER AND HARDER AND THEN HE THROWS ME OVER AND TAKES ME FROM THE BACK SO THAT HE CAN SLAM HIS HARD COCK DEEP INTO MY ASS. AND JUST AS HE IS ABOUT TO CUM HE STOPS AND LAYS DOWN AND PULLS ME TOO HIM. WE LAY NEXT TO EACH OTHER WITH MY HEAD ON HIS SHOULDER AND WE GO UPSTAIRS AND TAKE A NICE WARM SHOWER TOGETHER AND SOAP EACH OTHER UP AND HE RUNS HIS FINGERS. His heavy hands slid around her and his fingers worked at the large buttons of her raincoat. He almost ripped them loose, popping them open from the top down, kicking her long legs wide apart as he did so and pushing into the small of her back so that her belly was thrust forward and her heaving cleavage exposed lewdly as he pulled the lapels of her coat wide open. The rain lashed down on her nakedness. Belinda gasped as her breasts were exposed fully from the leather confines of her coat,. She had good make up on her face, with cherry red lips stick. She was wearing a blue skirt made of thin fabric. Matching blouse with deep neck as well her duppatta was far away to cover her right boob. Eye feast that is. She welcomed me; I went sat for a while at sofa along with her son. After a while she called me to lunch. She had cooked good dish and she had added all the dry fruits and corns marking her intention of sex. While she was to serve, she was next to me; I touched her butts in an.