It was part of her Betty Boop cute-ness. But still... in the context of what was taking place; it was damn erotic and my cock began to stand at 'Atten...ion' to her calling me baby. I sat up and reached out to comfort her and she fell into my arms in a clinging embrace. She felt so good and I was being such a phony shit!... But she felt so good! This was to be my first real understanding of the phrase, "A stiff prick has no conscious." I was a real, conscious-less prick... and getting prickier by. I must have something in the bunch that will fit your needs." Oh, wonderful! Do you have something that will do pleasant things for my mistress' G-spot. She had been complaining lately that it has not been getting enough of the right kind of attention. Her regular boyfriend is on a business trip to Europe, so she has been looking to me for the relief that she craves, and I am afraid that I have been falling short."Without a cock of my own, I have had to resort to substitutes, and I have been. ..you wanna do something about it."There was NO WAY I could say anything at this point. Here I was, pretending to be my friends sister, wearing her bathing suit and letting someone feel around my body. I would've been the laughing stock of the group for years. And what if my parents found out? I was so scared.He reached around and squeezed my butt and then pulled in close. I could feel his breath on my neck and then he started to kiss it slowly. I mentioned I wasn't really a cross dresser, but. My very own hot chocolate bar, and I dig chocolate. Tisha answered her cell phone buzzing. On the other line was her sister Keisha and I let the two of them talk up a storm. Tisha removed the top half of her suit. Then her headband was removed letting down those curly brown locks. She removed her sneakers and socks and got more comfortable sitting by the table. .