But tgurl is preferred by us gurls. anyway, my true story revolves around a singles club in a city in ohio that gets together at the end of every mon...h and they have about 300 people that show up, hang out, dance and socialize. well, three of us t-gurls decided we'd go and see what it was like. since we look pretty good nobody guessed who we were and so we just set about enjoying ourselves by having some drinks and doing some dancing. as the night went on men began coming over to our table. “It’s a lot more fun if we just put a camera on the dresser or the headboard and film what we’re doing.” He stood up with a bottle of Alicia’s pineapple-infused vodka in one hand a beer in the other. He offered the beer to Ron, who passed. “In a movie you’re having sex so they can film it. You’re constantly moving into these awkward positions so they can get the shot they want. You got the director telling you to go faster or slower. The lights are hot, the cameramen are trying not to. I could have sworn that I saw a glint of her eyes in my direction and when her moaning got louder and inviting I was sure that she did see me. Her entire finger was eaten by her hole and she enjoyed sliding the whole length of it in and out of her while she played with her clit with her other hand. Her firm ass was sticking up in the air and I wanted nothing more than ramming my hard cock in her and to slap those cheeks.So I got up and slowly walked over to her. I held my pants up so I wouldn't. My mom was not shy around men. She was flirty and loved to party.My father divorced her when I was three and he came home early. Do I need to explain? Thought not. I really don't see or hear from him much except for a birthday card once a year.Her next husband, David, was a long-distance trucker, kind of rough around the edges kind of guy, loved C&W and lots of beer. He came home early, too. I was twelve at the time and was there in the house when he came in. It was not pleasant.Then, three.