"I'm so close!" the shemale moaned.Patrick was too. His cock was throbbing. Holding the small woman by her waist, he pushed her down his body. She ...eemed to understand what he wanted and began to scoot herself back until he felt his cock come into contact with her pussy. She lifted up, trying to reach between them. "Let me," the shemale said. The small woman smiled at her over her shoulder. The shemale let go of Patrick's left leg. He felt her hand close around his drooling cock, lift. I think picking a sillything to fight over has helped our relationship grow. It strange to seehim in a suit today as I look over at him.My hypersensitivity is fading like I said, but it has done some damage ifI am honest. My shyness has increased and the littlest thing can get meto blush. That and the kick I get out of it has made me the perfectLolita. I even got the look down so well some think it is creepy.Especially when they look into my eyes when I am thinking, or when Ibreak character. People in front would just fuck up with the situation''''yeah its crazy i know''we smoke one them 2and then we both were seeing cops in snowmobile trying to help and get throughtthey came asking if we were fine, not carring a second about the obvious weed smell and left telling us to stay if we could they were rescuing people who needed help firstit got darker and darkerwe both were listening to music and news smoking cigarette and weedi only remember not knowing what to do or sayhe stood up ,. I reached down between her legs and gently caressed her pussy, gently rubbing and squeezing it, feeling it getting wetter and wetter. She looked like she was going to cry so I stopped and hugged her telling her it was alright to get wet down there, that it was natural. I reached down there again and looked at her face. She was biting her lip as she got wetter and wetter. Soon her hips started to move and I smiled to myself, soon she would be ready for me.As her hips started to move I knew she.