"God, you have some nice tits," I said, with a slight guttural in my voice, still."I get that a lot." You're so sexy," I said, out of the blue, as she...started to lick my erect penis, then tit-fuck me."Why, thank you."She then started to suck my dick again. I was close. I was really close. I groped her big bountiful breasts. I tweaked her cute hard brown nipples..."Ugh. You like this shit, baby?" I'm coming. I'm coming. Where?" I said."Fuck it," She said, jerking me off with her oh so pretty. I also hadlittle problems in meeting her parents, brother, and sister. Autumn of our senior year found us living together as a couple. Thanksgiving saw wedding bells. It was not an overly large wedding atthat church in Denver, and only the aging and weakening Aunt Madge waspresent from my side of the family. But it was a happy wedding, just bigenough to get loud, but small enough to enjoy everyone there. Eventhough, it was a very special moment for Andrea and I, it was also a veryspecial moment. She wasn't a fake. I could tellshe was truly what she claimed to be: a very dominant woman who took joyin punishing her subservient men and women. With every revelation mymother told her I could see her flush with excitement. I blushed withembarrassment when the mistress interrupted mommy's tale to come over andinspect my tiny cock and balls, which she lifted with her glovedfingertips, noting the little trickle of sissy juice my tiny prick wasoozing."It can't get hard anymore?" Mistress. Last night, I swear I thought my time had come. She was online with someone, typing one-handed, as usual. She had me pressed between her legs. I was sliding along her length, from her clit, down through her folds, her juices smeared all over me. I was vibrating away, trembling her lips as I slid over her entrance, but this time on I went. My head went sliding over and back across her perineum. The tiny stretch of flesh separating her two holes was buzzed and stimulated as her breathing became.