And Sally did not own a stitch of 'male' clothing. The only time Jack existed was in e-mail correspondence and an occasional telephone call to his fol...s. After a couple of months I decided it was time for phase two of my plan. During breaks at work I would remark about how easy men had it. Wasn't it too bad that I couldn't have been born a man? They don't have to use makeup, they can wear any old thing they have in their closets, and they don't have to suffer periods or the licentious. Like the door was closing on more than just the house. He followed Jack's jiggling butt up the staircase and even got a glimpse of her pussy as she walked. He thought he might shoot off from that alone."Uh, I gotta go." He said when he reached the top of the stairs. He knew where the bathroom was and ran for it. He hardly touched his dick before he blew his wad all over the toilet seat. "Crap!" He swore under his breath and cleaned it quickly.In the bedroom, John was running his hands over. Somehow he managed to keep her teetering, kept her just on the edge of cumming on his cock. It was almost as though he was trying to prolong it. She couldn't take it anymore. Pushing hard on his ripped six pack she looked at his juice-covered cock as she told him to "Let me taste my pussy on your fucking amazing dick." But she could barely stand to have his cock leave her pussy without making it cum. She pushed him hard onto the floor and slid her pussy back onto his pole. She pressed her tits. Her new position tantalized his aroused erotic thoughts and mind. He pushed up the sheer fabric cover to unveil, expose her smooth rounded ass bubbles. His arms went around to grip her at the hips, while helping her upper body to go down almost touching the bed, making her ass to angle high in the air. Raising the middle of his body, while getting closer behind her; he rubbed his big cock between the folds of her cunt, teasing her clitoris while she did gasp softly with pleasure running in her.