This when I realised I was in serious trouble.I gasped, "My God! No."It was huge, had to be a foot long and possibly two inches across. Itlooked like ... massive black broom handle pointed at me."No one can take that," I gasped."Well you're going to," he growled.Without further ado the lads pulled me up and hustled me over to thechildren's roundabout in the play area. That was all he said to medirectly for some time, giving others instructions as to what theyshould do to me, how to place me, how. He looked at himself in his bra and panties and I saw the bulge in hispanties. He still thought of himself as a boy, as a "him" not a "her."He then pulled the slip over his head and looked at me. The bulge haddisappeared, whether because of the slip or because his masculinity wasstarting to slip away as he started to look less like a boy in a bra andpanties and more like a girl in her underwear, I wasn't sure.Mum knocked on the door."Is your sister dressed, Tracey?" She's wearing the clothes. There he was, hunkered over on our bed with his white ass sticking in the air and his asshole stretched by a thick black dick. When he saw me, he was startled and tried to get up, but Derrell pushed him back on the bed, called him a "white bitch" and kept fucking his ass. I sat down on the armchair and watched my husband get ass-fucked. I was really and truly conflicted. It wasn't the sex, it was the fact that Dave was being dominated by another man, a man whom I had slept with. It took me a. Next day morning I got a call from her that she reached Warangal station. I reached there in 10 minutes and told her about my plan of traveling in bus to Hyderabad as there will be privacy. She accepted it and we travelled to Hanumkonda bus station by auto.We boarded into one bus and got settled in last seat. As it was a empty bus I started pressing her boobs , after sometime she touched my dick and started pressing it. Then I released my dick from my pants and she started stroking it.Suddenly.