He holds out his hand, ‘My name is Drake and I have a place to stay right around the corner here if you want to come with me. We can even share food...if you want something more than just apples.’ Her face lights up as she takes his hand and shakes it. She smiles, ‘I’m Seraphina’ He holds her hand and starts walking towards his home, ‘come on, I’ll show you your new home.’ She follows him as he walks around a corner and down another ally, around another corner and up to a wall with a square piece. In a heaving straining rush her cock pulsed into the woman above her. Christine was not done yet.She moved and mounted my hard horn with her gaping red, spunk-dripping snatch. My cock disappeared inside her. Her ride was gasping and grasping. Briefly I noticed and admired her swinging tits. But the sensations in my cock were simply too much to ignore. My cock strained inside her, then for a second time pumped and throbbed. Christine held my emptying prick tightly in her cunt. She ground her. I held her up with my body weight, pushing at her chest to force her back up against the wall. Her arms lost their hold as she flopped on my hands. She screamed into my mouth; my tongue was forgotten. Her spasms contracted on my two fingers so hard they felt like they were going to break off inside her. I wanted them to be my cock. Eventually, her convulsions subsided, and her legs stopped being too wobbly for her to stand. Slowly she gathered her wits back. She kissed me gently without any. And then Ithought of something. Betty and I had a mutual friend, a big, handsomeguy named Steve. Steve had the hots for Betty and I had the hots forSteve. But Steve was straight and hated queers, and Betty wasn'tinterested in Steve.You've guessed it, haven't you? What a neat solution to everything if Icould turn into Betty and lure Steve into the sack! Steve would get whathe wanted and I would get what I wanted. And Betty...? Well...I'd make itup to her somehow.The first stage in the.