His cum leaked out around her lips and dribbled down her chin. He pulled from her mouth, still shooting his load onto her pretty face and down onto he... tits. When his cock had finally given its last spurt, he used it to smear the cum over her lips and face, giving her whole face a glistening sheen of cum and saliva, and making her look like the whore slut she wanted to be for him. Without cleaning her face, she looked down at her cum-coated tits. She smiled and rubbed the white man lotion into. ''I know. You're a woman.''I wasn't a woman then.''But you are now.''But I don't want to be.''Good.''But I don't want to be like this. I like you Robin, but as a friend.''That'll change.''How do you know?''Because I'll make you change. Here,' he handed me the joint. 'Look, I really don't care if you like being a woman or not, but that's what you are now. Your mum's got on now. She's had to. She's a strong woman. She's got a new boyfriend and she's happy with him. He looks after her in a way I. They couldn’t sing very well.”“Pamela Miller, the lead singer, was a major groupie!”“So the story goes, but I always wonder how much of that is true. I can imagine that people brag on BOTH sides — you know, ‘I bagged the big rock star’ and ‘I bagged a dozen girls on my concert tour’. But I also got the idea from some friends it happens.”“You have first-hand experience!”“True, but one piece of anecdotal evidence doesn’t prove anything, really.”“So you’ll just have to try again!” she laughed.“I’m. The meal was grand, and we all had plenty to drink. When it was winding down Jane and I began slurring our speech and went to sleep together on the sofa as soon as it was over—actually, we only pretended to sleep. The woman wasn’t fazed at all. She said, “It’s OK Joe, let them sleep. There’s another bedroom where you can sleep. Would you like a night cap before retiring?” He accepted her invitation, and immediately began his very smooth assault upon her virtue.The woman was flattered by his.