She was moaning on every thrust now and looked down at me and said, “cum inside me, please…. please…”That did it for me, I could not hold hit...any longer, I really started to thrust my hips into hers and I could feel the cum building up. She was now at more of a controlled scream, but not too loud with every thrust I made with my hips. She put her hands down on my shoulders and leaned over a little more and started to kiss me while she was telling me how much she loved me. Her long blond hair. I really was. But when we got home and she climbedinto bed wearing her sweats and a tee shirt, and those god awful cottonpanties - - well, it just turned me off. I couldn't even get it up!" Poor Simon," Melissa sympathized, "you really are addicted, aren'tyou?" Addicted?" Simon asked dumbly. "To what?" To drag queens, silly! And to all the sexy things we wear. Especiallyall the pretty and sexy things we wear. All the pretty and sexy thingsyou'd like Linda to wear. Or to wear yourself?". Lunchtime at the farm was a chaotic affair. The farmers' wife, a stout woman welcomed everybody into a stuffy barn where there was a huge spread of food. Bread, apples, cheese, cooked meats, vegetables and a few pots of cider were on the table, with upturned crates, barrels and haybales being used as chairs. Over lunch Mike and Rob teased me about my muscles. Nowhere near as prominent as either of them, but still topless, we got some wolf-whistles from the girls at the table. One of them. "You and Jessie against me, Harriet" You sure you want to take us both on - doesn't seem right!" from Harriet.Gwendoline threw herself onto Harriet and forced her to the ground, sitting on her breasts. Jessica grabbed Gwen around the waist and tried to pull her off Harriet, but Gwen somehow managed to throw her off and onto the ground next to Harry; and Gwendoline was on top of them both for a few seconds, before the effort of holding both down at once became too much. It was a full twenty.