As for how I would introduce him, I said thathe would be my cousin Gina from out of town, who was anemergency replacement for one of my bridesmaids. H...s eyes seemedto light up when I said that he would be called Gina. At this point, Mom gently offered her comments to persuadeGene. She said that I was right in what I said. She also feltthat Gina would be an attractive young lady. "Sharon, I am justso afraid that I will look like a boy in a dress," he said."However, for your sake and to save. I brought some wine.” I followed her inside and set the bottle on the table. “It smells delicious, what are you cooking?”“Italian sausage and eggplant casserole. And it should smell delicious, ‘cuz it is.”“What a phallic meal,” I observed.She shrugged. “I know what I like.” She let her eyes dip down to my crotch and smirked with a chuckle. “I’ll be sure to save room for dessert, too.” I couldn’t keep my heart from racing, nor my cock from stiffening in my jeans. How was it that I so quickly. (my cock getting hard in my jeans, rubbing it under my coat...) the old guy filling my mouth with his salty-sweet hot cum, spurt after spurt! Then pissing all over me. Hot, wet piss! Then me working my cock in the 20-something-year-old's snatch, fucking her doggy-style while she and the old woman made out passionately sharing the old woman's cunt-juices! Oh you fucking sick pervert! MMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm!Then I look over and notice a young hunk in a t-shirt, leather jacket and tight jeans and. Stuff I probably shouldn't write down in case there are molestation charges later ;-). I'm um... well ok, in for a penny, in for a pound right diary? I actually masturbated last night imagining him crying in the nap room. Only, instead of standing there watching him, I trapped him in -- locked the door behind me. I forced him to his knees, grabbed his pretty straw-colored femboi hair, and forced his pouty little face into my soggy cunt where it belongs. I ground my hips into him, his head.