’ She smirked. ‘Hey, ‘what is done in love is well done’, right?’ I didn’t recognize the quotation. But the way she said it made my breath...catch in my chest. She moved close and held a tense, I-dare-you moment of eye contact. My skin tingled. And, I guess, that was the moment something between us just clicked. I reached for her. ‘Take this off.’ She said in a whisper. Her hands had already clasped around my wrists. She put my arms around her back and undid more of the buttons on my shirt. I. .She pulled me onto the carpeted rear area, and mounted me, using one of her hands to pull her panties away while the other guided my 8 inches of rock-hardness into her. It was quick, and she sank hard onto my stiff pole, her face contorting into a clenched grimace while her eyes rolled back and she exhaled (more like moaned) loudly..."Holy shit!!! You feel so fucking good, so much better than my fucking douche-bag husband....Oh....my... gaaaawww" and she convulsed on my cock in an orgasm...I. So I told him I was a non passable C/D that love to bottom and really loves to sucks a mean cock, well he told me back that in the case of C/D's he wanted me to show up fully dressed, which I don't really have a problem with at all. So we set up a time to meet,well about twenty minutes or so before we where to get together I would leave and get dressed in a nice little area near me where I could put on my sissy things. I drove to the lot where he told me he had parked his truck, I was fully. "Would you look at that!" Heather said, her squeak audible above the general noise. "She's a girl!" And what a bod!" Angie added. "I had no idea she looked that good."Polly said, "Every time I've seen her, she's had sweats on, or that horrible brown dress of hers." You think we could look that good if we keep doing these dumb exercises?" Angie asked no one in particular.There was no answer, but everyone had been reminded that there was a point to all this running and jumping. That building your.