My breasts are pads inside a bra, and my body has beenpadded expertly inside these clothes that I wear to make me appearfemale. And I dread what my *m...ther* will want done to my body in thelong term. I wonder what my friends would think if they knew thateverything I say and every move I make is all an act? That I hatetalking about boys and other girly stuff with them and that I long towipe the lipstick from my lips, shed my girl disguise and get back tomy parents so that they know that I didn't. As I moved up on her thighs she spread them future apart and told me that her thighs were sore and needed rubbing at the tops. As I rubbed her thighs next to her pussy my hands kept brushing her puffy pussy lips, she reached back with her right hand and pulled the towel off exposing her beautiful ass. I started rubbing her ass with oil and noticed that she kept raising her ass up every time I came close to her pussy. My cock was extremely hard now and I didn't know how to cover it up. She then. My cock was tired. Not wanting to cum again just yet, I tried to pull my shorts up. That didn’t work with the cock-ring on, because my cock was now sticking straight out almost eight-inches. Then Vicki chimes in, “Come-on, Alex, fill-up Deb’s pussy for her.” Fact is I really was tired. I suggested they wait for Gene to get here, and then we could take turns fucking them with our cock-rings on. The girls agreed, and Deb said, “I want you and Gene to ‘DP’ me, if it’s okay with you Vicki?” Vicki. Either way, it made my dick hard wanting the preachers wife.As I sat in church that day I wondered how long it would be before the preachers wife would stop by the house to see if there was anything I needed. It wasn't a case of if, she would, it was a case of when. No woman hugs a man the way she did and presses herself against him the way she did, that doesn't want to hold him against her in bed the same way, taking his dick however he wants to give it to her. Oh ya, she wants some black dick.