Now that he'd decided to just wallow in being Burt and fully understoodthat the more he did so, the more manly he became he was really getting alot of...pleasure in doing it. It was like the other morning in his hotelin York when he'd masturbated while telling himself that he was Burt. Itactually gave him sexual pleasure not only to imagine he was Burt butknow that the very act of doing so turned him more and more into theignorant clodhopper.He had the safety net of Burt returning her real body. However my cravings for him were different. I lusted after him, I wanted to feel his hot rod penetrating my tight anus. To feel every inch of him and have his warm seed in my mouth and face. Even writing this now Ive gone rock hard at the thought of him. I had no interest in being in a relationship with him I just wanted to feel him dominate me. However I was never man enough to attempt anything, fearing that it would ruin our friendship. So I kept the desires to myself. That was until a few. She was a small, petite woman at 5’3′ and had on a short black skirt, that fell a few inches of her knees, a short black top that showed off her belly and was sleeveless, cut off at he shoulders, she had black open toed heels and she was holding a small black handbag. ‘Nice tan.’ I complemented her. She usually had milky white skin and must’ve been sunbathing or at least out in the sun. ‘Thanks.’ Mervat replied uncomfortably. ‘How can I help you?’ I asked. ‘Me and my friends… were looking for. Her mother kept feasting on her snatch, kept loving her delicious pussy.I drew up my skirt.The cheering audience hushed. A silence fell across them. Above me were jumbo screens, a camera pointed right at my crotch as unveiled my dick held tight in my lilac panties. It was a naughty pair, cut to hold my huge futa-cock. It tied at my hips like a bikini bottom.I grabbed those ties, grinning out at the audience. I could feel the anticipation among my supporters. Many of them had only seen my.