I made her sit on my lap facing her back and kissed her shoulders and back. She had a milky white back. She started moaning as I bite her back skin an... played with her lower back and waist. I then moved my hands towards her boobs and played with them. It was 34b perfect shaped mangoes.I pressed them heavenly just to hear her moans and played with her nipples. Her light brown nipples were hard now and she took my hands and kept pressing them. She then moved towards me and thrown my face in her. Wild about one another but never even tried to have sex. A guy seduced me, fucked me and suddenly I thought 'this is who I am!' I had an unusual interest in transvestites and transsexuals, reading every book going but I was in denial and just saw myself as a passive gay guy. I totally repressed any inclination to wear female clothing. I got into the leather scene as a gay man. But always submissive. Submission became my focus. I endured a lot of sessions I really didn't like. I was whipped and. Through her delirium Liz thought ‘Find squeaker - what’s that about?’ just as the most revolting smell invaded her nostrils . She opened her eyes just in time to see a hairy ulcerated unwashed ball sac above her face. A luke-warm wet object thrust between her lips and teeth and into her mouth - her head was tilted back at such an angle the object soon entered her snot and blood filled gullet. The smell in her nostrils was overpowering .Opening her eyes she was looking at a shit smeared clinker. I usually took a cooler full of beer with me and spent the afternoon checking for any problems that might be out there. Alisha was busy with a paper she had to turn in on Monday so Lori decided she would go with me today. We opened a cold beer and began to make the rounds.Checking the fields usually took me all afternoon. I had a case of beer iced down and we drank our share. We were at the far side of the farm and Lori spotted the fencing crew and wanted to go see how that project was.