Her eyes. Those great big beautiful green eyes. God, she’s beautiful. The eyes of the goddess. Green eyes, clear as day, staring up at me, in all th...ir beautiful innocence. She was tough, she had to be the way she grew up. She could beat the crap out of anyone who crossed her, but in those eyes it was a different story. In those eyes she was a little girl, asking for help, needing it badly. I’d been thinking about those eyes for months, they were burned into my brain. But here I was, looking. “First pussy. Little hood boys never get how the plumbing works the first time.”“I was short, but I definitely wasn’t little.”Your shoulders relax a little. “You right. You were a python, even then. Clumsy though. Quick trigger. And yet, it’s my favorite memory. I don’t even remember how we ended up naked after that. Just Public Enemy blasting and the leather seats squeaking loudly when you moved between my legs. Your dick barely grazed my clit before spurting all over my belly.”That makes me. ." "I think you do know. Why do you think she spends so much time with Melanie?" "No!" "Those two girls in the video look a lot like Jennie and Melanie, you know." I swallowed, hard. "No, they don't!", although I suddenly realized it was true. "You liked watching those girls. Maybe you'd like to be with them?" "I'm not, um, I'm not into girls. Women. Not that way." "No?" Another humorless smile. "I ... I like that shopping site." "You seemed to be enjoying it before I came in." I couldn't meet. They had cute youthful faces, as innocent as their bodies wereseductive. Men couldn't keep from staring at them, so whenever theywent out with their husbands, Tommy and Ron were painfully aware of allthe attention their wives attracted. But usually, when they left thehouse, T and R were in male outfits. This was a first for them, beingoutside in their sissy identities, and they were consumed by fear ofbeing seen.Once the guys were in the back seat, each sitting with knees togetherand hands.