Diana opened her eyes weakly, smiling with her hand on my thigh she wiped our cum from my stomach with her other hand and spread it onto hers.“That ...as better than my husband’s?” Diana said.I looked up surprised.“Fuck yes I’m better than him,” I boasted.I sat on the floor and Diana knelt and reached for my dick. Her strokes were slow at first but she sped up on the pace progressively. Diana even used some weird movement with her hands that made me feel so good. Diana was a real pro at this and. If I looked beyond my head, though, that was the end of the similarities.I was a little girl, short and skinny. I didn't have any of the roundedbits that my mother had. I wondered if maybe I'd get them when I wasolder. I sure hoped so. I wanted to be every bit as pretty as her sothat my father would make that goofy face again.**********************************************************************************************Wind blew through my hair as I shot upward, chasing after the. Within a second he was with him, holding him from behind with vice-like arms.His colleague pulled his shorts down with a quick jerk so that the two of them had a clear view of his tail."It's small" they laughed, "Look at a real cock". With these words the second opened his shorts and brought out a real monster. Also the other trucker somehow managed to open his pants although he still held him tight. He couldn't see him but as he was naked down below and the guy was standing right behind him,. One of whom would dress as a girl and have lesbian sex with me while we turned on Mark so he would want to fuck us both like the girls we wanted to be. Once Mark had his belt removed, he doubled it over and held it up to me. "Okay, you little slut whore, you've been fucking another man tonight. You were supposed to save your little manpussy for me to fuck. So, now I'm gonna smack your ass hard and then I'm gonna tie you up and fuck your ass hard." "I'll do anything you like, Mr. Highcock," I.