You said yes I hope. She said I did. We ate and had a few adult beverages to ease her nerves. I asked what she was going to wear to get fucked. She sa...d my white denim skirt and a pink tank top. Is that all I asked . She said flip flops. No panties I asked . She said no, those kind of guys would want to keep them. She showered and shaved her pussy slick as a whistle then put on her skirt and tank top. The skirt cam just to the bottom of her ass. I told her that her ass cheeks almost show. She. . . theybegan to inflate. I gripped them in a hopeless effort to stop it, butwithin seconds, flesh was pushing out between my fingers. Theyjust seemed to keep growing on, and on . . . until finally, theystopped. My small hands could hardly hold them up. I let go, andwatched a pair of the most incredibly formed breasts bounceseductively before my eyes. The weight and sensation of them wasso different . . . I grabbed them once more and tried to pretend thatthey were only an illusion.When. Slowly but surely he got deeper and deeper into my asshole, until I could feel his legs touch mine, I was bent over taking another mans dick, slowly the pain began to fade as he started to pound me harder and harder, hitting my g-spot. He then pulled it out and got me to sit on the edge of my bed, and asked me to fuck him, I said OK, slightly worried as this was all happening so fast, but my hard cock was ready for him to sit on. and Sit on is what he did, all the way down my shaft, my cock. Veronica blushed and quickened her pace as she tried to hurry outof the man's cruel gaze. She tried to remember everything she knew aboutacting feminine; shoulders back, tits out, ass and hips swaying as shetook small, mincing steps in the nude heels, hoping he may just be oglingher and not judging her for being the crossdressing sissy she was. As shereached the other side and the BMW began to pull forward, Veronica couldhear the man remark, his window down a crack, "fucking queers, man."The.