Go on. Go on. I’m nearly there!” Confirmation isn’t long delayed. Another buck and heave have John clinging on to maintain mouth to cunt co...tact. Sighing deeply, she subsides. Ready for the next. “Finger fuck, now,” says John. As she spreads herself to accommodate him, he slides in two fingers. The husband is close with the camera. “She’ll enjoy this,” he tells John. “Just get a steady rhythm going and when she’s ready use your other hand on her clit. Guaranteed to get her. She felt it and clenched her cunt muscles on my dick. She started milking my dick with each blast. She also pushed her heels on my ass cheeks to hold me in as deep as I could get. WOW! I had NEVER had an orgasm like that! When I finally pulled out, I was as limp as a rag. As I laid next to her, I said, ‘Would it be ok if I went down on you again?’ She said, ‘If you want to’…but the look in her eyes told me she really wanted me to! I looked at Steve and he was smiling…almost like he was proud. . she’d need to move away. She could. There was nothing tying her to the town. Except ... she thought of Esme, receptionist at the Health Club. Glad, of the Barge Tearooms. That librarian, what was her name? Dulcie, at the church. People who accepted her as she was, extended the hand of friendship. Would she find the same elsewhere?She showered – again – and dressed with care. Thick tights under a long skirt in a heavy, dense, wool mix. A blouse, but over it a thick, soft jumper. Long winter. My cock began to arrive at orgasm with the new pressure on top. I felt so dirty getting fucked so deep with his weight crushing me like a cheap whore. I felt my orgasm begin after only ten pumps or so. He was still fucking me despite knowing my true gender. I felt he either had to know and accepted it, or he was in denial and imagined he was being tricked by Mistress. I felt his tongue touch mine as I began to cum. My ass convulsed around his cock and I shot my warm silky semen between.