My name is Brock, and I am a 19 year old guy. Not exactly a body to die for, but not too bad. My best feature however, is my 6.5 inches downstairs. ...Nothing to be embarrassed about.Anyway, I am in school, and just completed my first year of college. Let me tell you, that is where the party is. I have had some wild times there, but that is a different story. This is about when I came home from school.My senior year of high school was taken at a local college because of a good relationship. All the finances were in order, the kids were prepped for the start of school in the next coming weeks, and all the odd jobs around the house were complete. There was no need to finalize any details. Cars flew past her going ten over the speed limit. Normally, she would be with them, shaking her head and muttering under her breath as she wove around slower vehicles. Not today though. Today she took it slow, keeping a cool five under the speed limit. Trying to hold on to every second they had. The large soft bed against the wall had a large electronic panel at the head, all the diagnostic and input systems had to wear as she "slept," or was in low-power mode. The door to the room looked right out onto the bed in the girl's room.Maria looked at Tim smiling. "It's lovely. And where is my little girl?"He drew in a big breath. "It's me."Tim was a crossdresser. He loved women's vintage dresses and cardigans from the 1940s, 50s and early 60s. He also liked to prance around like a young. I’m breathing faster and deeper as his attention reignites the embers of passion and desire that are still warm from the night before.While Tony ravages my tits, I slide my hand down to his stiff cock and begin stroking it between my dainty fingers. His moans quickly build and join my own in piercing the quietness of the room.I return the favor and flip Tony onto his back. Pulling the sheet and cover down to reveal his erection, I get on my knees and straddle him before slowly lowering my pussy.