... Yet,the temporary opportunity to become black women had perhaps completelyopened up new doors for us. I would keep an open mind.It also seemed l...ke I was now spending the better part of my time as'LaShaunda,' or lounging around in a dress, than I was as Dave Miller.That night, I reassured my little black ballerina once again that shewas "still a boy," and that it was all going to be OK once we were backas men. He looked so cute though in his leotard and white tights. Ifanyone else had. She was laying belly down, elbows on my lap and was talking about finishing high school, college, etc. With out warning, she reached into my pajamas and grabbed hold of my soft dick. Putting her fingers to her lips she said," if you resist,I will scream." Her continued stroking of my softened cock was now having the desired effect on its appearance. "If you will play with my pussy and make me cum, I will jack you off and Darla won't be the wiser, and we will not have even fucked each other.". Caroline was standing at the French doors, waving. ‘I have made you a coffee,’ she called, beckoning me to come up to the house. She looked as if she had just got out of bed, she probably had, her blonde hair was tousled and she was wearing a very fashionable, mid-thigh length kimono style robe, of yellow and peacock blue silk, and a pair of ridiculous fluffy pink slippers. She looked totally sexy and ravishing, except for those slippers. She remained standing in the doorway and as I got. I think of the things I like most, and I open my mouth wide and bring it all in, descending to the base of it with my wife's hand pushing me down all the way. It fills my mouth completely and forces the back of my throat, I gag a little at first but recover and hold the full length of it in my mouth.I can taste my wife's pussy, what she tastes like deep inside. The taste is a perfect mix of her and the wetness coming from his cock. I try to hold all of it in my mouth, I know how good that.