.us rat ko ham mere hi bed room me soye me boli bhaiya bhaiya kuch wine wagera ho jaye to bahat khus hoke bole tum apni chut tayar karke rakho me wine...leke atahun or han ajj se tum mujhe bhaiya mat bulao sab ke samne bhaiya bulao or akele me raj bulao or me han kardi….. wo car leke wine lane chalegaye.30 mnt. Bad ek full bottle signature leke aye or sath me chily chiken or soda .Phir ham log pine lage karib ham dono bottle adha kardye phir me boli raj me or nehi piungi mujhe puri nasa hogaya. . . . .Finally . . . . her resistance was completely broken. I could sense the surrender as she eagerly thrust her hips in ever consuming passion.I quickly removed my pants; I don't wear any underwear. I don't want my cock restricted.She attempted to turn and look back at me when she felt the removal of the pleasure giving digits and felt the cushions sag under the weight of my knees."Please, you mustn't. I haven't taken my pill today. Please you must use protection," begged the aroused. ‘I’m offended!’ I answered. ‘Offended?’ replied Debbie. ‘This hussy is sexualizing all of us trans-gender folk!’ Debbie started to rub my right arm with both her hands. ‘Lori I am so sorry. I wasn’t thinking. Look I know a better place we can go.’ We wound up way across town in Pleasant Town’s Italian section. Nestled in this quaint little side street was a little gay bar called ‘The Birchwood.’ It was far more relaxed than ‘Twisty’s.’ There were gay couples lesbian couples, straight couples. It was about three hours later when the last guy dumped his final load into my ass and I was dumped into the corner of the cell. I fell asleep totally naked and completely satisfied. Although my mouth and ass were a litle sore and tired from so many cocks using them.When I went to see the judge I just plead guilty, waived a trial, and told the judge that if I was released that I would just go do the same thing again the same day they let me out. The judge threw up his hands and sentenced me to.