It was almost 8:45 and the place was starting to fill. I walked over tothe bar and sat and the bar tender said, "What's the lady drinking?" Ianswered ...n my best girl voice, "I'll have a cosmopolitan please?" and Ismiled at him. He smiled back and I began to look around the bar and sawlots of "obvious trans" girls with heavy garish makeup and semi sluttyattire. Some that seemed to be a bit more on the scale towards TS. I wassitting next to a girl and we started a conversation. Her name was. I clamped my mouth over her nipples and sucked them vigorously. I pumped my cock into my own mother and soon felt myself about to cum.“Yes baby, do it. Come in mommy, cum in my pussy, please,” she moaned looking right into my eyes. I couldn’t hold back any longer, even though I wanted to so bad. I wanted to continue fucking my mother forever. But soon I felt that familiar feeling and was soon dumping load after load of semen into my mother’s womb. She squealed with excitement as I came inside. “Mmm, Mommy, ride me!”“Yes!” she moaned and slammed down my cock.Her tits heaved and slapped together, the soft flesh of her boobs rippling. I groaned, loving how her flesh rippled. Her hot pussy clenched about me. She rode me with such hunger. I whimpered, my toes curling.I gasped and moaned, the heat soaking my futa-cock. I pumped my hand up and down her clit-dick. I fisted her as fast as I could. I wanted to have her spurting all over my round tits and face. My pussy drank in the heat, my. But, this is what she had been fantasizing about, what she had been thinking about all those nights when she and Yasmin were alone in that big house, touching themselves. She pulled back the foreskin, once again exposing his large sensitive head and then opened her jaw wide imagining she must look like a snake about to consume it’s pray that she had once seen in a documentary. She managed to get her mouth around the bulbous head, letting is rest on her tongue as she breathed through her nose..