She said it felt like it went up to her throat. As she slowly withdrew, his black cock glisten- ing in the daytime sunlight, was throbbing. Its veins...looked like they were going to burst. Soon she was ac-commodating his massive organ like it was the little pinky on our hand. She bounced up and down the entire length of his cock, not missing a stroke. The look onher face was absolute ecstasy and satisfaction. The look on his face was total victory, as my young white wife pleasured him. Not. Her sultry look made me buckle my hips up and down to meet her every motion.Soon, she was heaving her ass up and down while I thrust my cock into her from below in resonance to her periodic movements. Every time her ass hit my loins, a slap echoed through my bedroom along with a staccato of two dissonant voices in pleasure.When we slowed down, she bit her lower lip and asked, “Do you want to feel me come on your dick?” I nodded eagerly. “Thought so. Brush your fingers over my clit and I'll get. "You wouldn't dare!" "Maybe I'll just break the damned thing right now," he threatened. "All this nonsense over a bunch of sperm! It's stupid. It's crazy. You knew sperm are alive. You knew how they look. You knew they move. Why are you so shocked and repulsed by these facts all of a sudden?" She knew he was right. Although she'd never seen sperm under a microscope before, she did know that the cells were alive, that they were essentially a wedge-shaped "head" with a snake-like body, and that. I hardly remember Judy’s makeover, but by the time I left trailing a lovely feminine scent courtesy of my makeup artist, I felt truly transformed for the first time. I arrived at Karen’s exactly when she told me to and rang her doorbell. I guess I thought I’d be invited in and we would sit and sip wine while I told her about my history with women’s clothing. The best I could hope for was to show a curious Karen how I was dressed at which point she might be turned on and end up playing with me.