Overstuffed from dinner, there had been unanimous agreement to save the pie until it could be properly enjoyed. John pulled Emily to the sofa and refu...ed to let her go, so Connie went to help her mother. "Things going well between you and Simon?" asked Lydia. Connie nodded, her guard up. She wasn’t sure how to handle these questions, so she needed to answer carefully. "Yes. It's been very nice." That much was true. "It seemed rather sudden." Lydia's voice was light as she switched on the coffee. You're really tending up a bit now, I know the time is close for me to get my first taste of another mans cum, but you pull back, you stop me. You stand up letting your shorts fall to the floor. You take my hand and lead me to the bedroom. I was so close, it was right there, I have always imagined how it would feel as I swallow the juice straight from the count, not just my own off my hand, and you are making me wait. When we get to the bedroom, your sense of urgency is leading you to be. She led me back outside and we sat down on a couple of their pool chairs that recline back. She was right across from me and I could almost see under the towel where her pussy was. She had her legs slightly apart, giving me, what I thought, were little glances of her pussy but I couldn't really see anything. She told me that if I liked, I could go ahead and put my swim suit on and hang out a while. Then, she laughed and said that I didn't really have to USE a swim suit if I didn't want to. I. I looked down to thank him for making me feel so good, only to see his finger sliding around in a puddle of cum on my tummy. At first, I thought he had blessed me with his semen, and pouted because I hadn't had a chance to taste it. When I saw that he was still gently fucking my shemale labia, though, a strange feeling came over me."Oh . . . gawd . . ." Not only had he made me feel special, feel like a woman, but he'd give me my first true female orgasm! Until that moment, I'd never really.