When his hard ass was resting on the edge of the table, i gripped his big, muscular shoulders, pulling myself upward, my feet resting on either side o... his hips on the edge of the table, my tight ass hovering just above his crotch, my wildly throbbing cock resting up against his beautifully sculptured abs. his hands gripped my ass, pulling me open wide, & i slid one hand behind his neck 2 steady myself, as i reached back with the other hand & gripped the thick shaft of his pulsing cock & guided. “Fuck you!”The bartender was on the phone with someone, and clearly it wasn’t good news. I took this as my cue to leave. Sitting in my patrol car, I couldn’t get my swollen cock to calm down. It was at least half an hour before I heard the door open. The lights were all out in the bar. I watched the object of my lust walk to his car, while the man he came with Davis followed the bartender to another car on the side of the building. In the dark, none of them noticed the bright white cop car or. I only woremen's clothes outside the house. When we would dine together we woulddress in skirts and heels and she carefully taught me how to be feminine.My long hair was kept back in a ponytail and I was taught me the art ofskilfully applying makeup. Even though we had a very active sex lifetogether I inherited the same masculine equipment as my father and someof his effeminate traits and could never provide her with the rough sexshe craved from my uncles. I had to acknowledge from a very young. His pace was quick, firm, and unyielding. I started to feel the real pleasures of being stimulated, each dry thrust sending new waves of lustful need into me.The kiss broke, and he looked down at my me, my blue upturned eyes were held by his, and the sheer force of his will broke me. My arms fell from his, hanging limply from my shoulders as I lost all resistance. I was rocking my hips back at him, as he was at me, my voice uttering soft mews of enjoyment. I started to speak in a breathy,.