Then she asked me what do you want me to do. I just sat there looking over her body and not saying a word. She said come on Chris what do you want me ...o do. I responded by saying take off your shirt. She looked at me and started to shake a little and I said come on I don't have all day and she reached for her shirt and stared pull it over her head. Her shirt dropped to the floor and I said now take off your pants. She unsnapped them and push them down and stepped out of them.And just to let her. In the car he asked if I was alright with what happened the day before. I looked up and started to cry telling him I felt so much like a girl and I was so happy being his girlfriend. He put his arm around me and told me saying he was happy to be my boyfriend. We continued our relationship all that school year and the following summer. He bought me many many girls’ outfits which he kept at his house (he was a single man). I had a closet full and a lingerie chest full of panties, garter-belts. Mr. S grunted. She was so tight, and he still had another 2 inches to get in. He repeated the process, and this time he bottomed out in her pussy. Ashley groaned. She could feel every vein, every inch of his cock inside of her. The sensation alone was almost enough to make her cum again. She felt like she couldnt breathe, there was so much cock inside of her! Catching his breath, Mr. S started to slowly pump in and out of her pussy. He loved the way she felt, like a velvet vice on his cock! And. "You wound me, Milady," His self-deprecating laugh brought on a laugh of her own. "Seriously, I'm not gruesome or anything?" I suppose not, though you are older than someone I would regularly date and to be honest, I don't tend to date white guys." Or any guys for that matter," she thought before verbally adding, "Especially married ones," she said, observing a gold band on his finger."My wife died some years ago," he said.Normally this kind of remark would have made Vanessa suspicious within.