I reflexively started thrusting my hips a little. With my free hand, I took her tied up band of hair that was flopping around and gently gripped it. D...nna continued to vary her speed and hand action on my cock, expertly bringing me towards to edge of climax. I couldn't tell how much time had passed, as I was in another zone. Five minutes? Half an hour? My mind tried to make sense of the fact that woman I had just met for the first time was now coating my manhood with her saliva while rubbing. I may have been a horny little bi-sexual sub, but I was still wired up female. Most boys told me that looked at porn when they were alone, and that's when they jacked off, all by themselves. I guess they never found out that some girls like porn, too. Too bad for them, porn is always better when you look at it with somebody else. Especially if their hand is in your coochie at the time. When porn started coming to movie theaters, a few years later, I liked to go to those movies with somebody I. It was no longer me. I really was becoming Samantha and if I could have I would have fucked myself there and then. And given Philip’s gaze it looked like that precise thought was on his mind too. With a pat on the ass he told me to follow him into the living room. “I want to admire you for a while,” he said. I was a little disappointed but at the same time it gave me more opportunity to stay dressed as Samantha. I sat down on the couch, and conscious of my new persona, kept my legs together. The girl from the gift shop walked in. Her legs were long and slender and she wore that thin, white t-shirt so perfectly. She stepped to the side of the door and leaned back against the wall. I looked up and she was watching me float around while I flapped my arms to keep my head above water. I looked at her every once in a while and smiled. I’m sure it was the alcohol, but I really wanted to see what she looked like out of those clothes. ‘Hey, buddy. You gonna hop in or what?’ I taunted her..