When my cock couldnt go any further i gently pushed down just hoping that tiny throat could handle more, she placed her hands on my thighs and tried t... push back up. I began to thrust back and upwards fucking her mouth, all you could hear was her gagging.I got really close to cumming down her throat but didnt want that. . not just yet. I removed my hand and stopped thrusting, she pulled my glistening cock out of her wet mouth and wiped her mouth with her hand. She was still trying to catch her. "Jason clearly wasn't giving up on the idea "Who says you have to dancewith a man though? Dancers wear costumes and they have to take onpersonas every time they dance. Just you like you dance differentlybetween a tango and a waltz, you act in different ways, in this case itwould be the same thing."Jason for his part believed what he was saying. Dancers had to pull offdifferent personas in their performances, and the crossdressing would notbe as huge of a problem, most men wore costumes that. As my tongue came out and licked the soft cotton her breathing increased further and it was like she was pushing herself against me while my fingers were searching out her bum hole.I spun her round so I now had her arse in my face and bent her over just like I did with her mother and ran my tongue up and down her crack tasting the cotton, Mmm it was so nice and then I put my fingers into the waistband and slowly pulled her panties down exposing her creamy white arse, I put her panties on the. " I said as I hugged him."We're leaving now. Hurry up." Said a bandit.I walked to the caravan as I put the ring on my index finger.The drive was long, with multiple attacks by random groups of bandits. It may be confusing sometimes, but there are multiple groups of bandits. You can always tell who's on who's side however, because the different groups have logos. My father, Gillian's logo was a circle Isolde of a square. Every bandit wore his group's logo, and no one dared to spit on his.