I looked over at Randall and decided he was attractive, for a guy. Matter of fact, he and Donna had attended the same school and were voted "Best-look...ng" their senior year. I asked him if he'd ever wondered what it would be like to have sex with Donna. He didn't want to answer, but I could tell that the idea was not repulsive. I took the chance and explained the deal I'd made with her. He said he would have to think about it, after all, he didn't want to cheat on Sarah. This wasn't exactly. "I don't know..... " She held up a garter belt. "Will this fit you?"Now Jen was five foot two and Tom was six feet. A garter belt that fither twenty-one inch waist wouldn't even come close to his thirty fourinch one.Tom took the garter belt and placed it around his waist. Even though hesucked in his stomach and tugged the belt, there was no way it was goingto fit."Guess not," Tom said finally and he handed it back to Jen."Then I guess you'll have to wear pantyhose instead." Jen rummagedthrough. The throb and pulse had me craving a deeper crooking push from the vibrator. I was fucking myself with the toy, while it fucked me. Ripple after ripple of divine pleasure. Staggering loads of pleasure. But by then I was seriously buffeting and pounding my greedy demanding cunt.Where I got the filthy desire to bend over and push into my pussy from behind myself; I don’t know. I had a penchant for a good dogging, but there I was, shoving the vibrating candy cane toy in and out of my pussy,. I was very nervous, pass a few words with him, unpacking my bag, as we talk, then he took me around, showing me some things and other inmates, some even openly, told me I was a pretty boy!, even going as far as saying" u got a phat Ass boy,". Not knowing what to say, I just look and said nothing to their remarks about me or body, I was just to nervous and did not known what to say, then it happen, I seen my first open sissy punk, when I first seen this punk, I was so turn by the sight, but I.