The bartender was a young Mexican girl named Angelica. She smiled at me and joked, “Too much of a pussy to drink tequila?”“No, I only drink tequ...la when I’m trying to GET pussy.”Angelica laughed at me and seductively leaned over the counter. “Then let’s drink some tequila.”I looked over my shoulder and realized there was no one else in the bar. And I realized my cock was growing in my pants. I hadn’t gotten laid in months and Angelica was a knockout. Her huge tits were accentuated by her. She glared down at me andtold me I had a choice. Either I live the rest of my life as a woman or Iwill be executed.I was horrified and astonished she could suggest such a thing. Here sheis, this queen Mary Tudor whos power rests on the fact that she is anextreme fanatical catholic, disposed her protestant sister over thatfact. She is busy burning heretics across England and she is heresuggesting that I change my very sex. Didn't the church have laws againstsuch things?She smiled and said yes. Despite having sucked his cock to about 4 inches out of the sheath, his cock was continuing to grow now that it was inside my pussy. And, it grew steadily. My mouth was good; my pussy apparently was better. I gasped and moaned at the penetration and feeling emanating from my pussy, from the cock inside my pussy.Harley was pumping at me hard, again. Like last time, he was thrust like a crazed b**st but I would come to accept that this was the way of dogs. The difference this time, though, was. Holy fuck, I missed this….”Cameron pulled his mouth away from my breasts, looked into my face and said, “And I missed these….my God, you have the best tits I’ve ever seen.”Without saying anything more, Cameron released my tits, spun me around and bent me over the trunk of my car….my big boobs swinging beneath me as I put my hands out to support myself. We weren’t entirely out of sight from others in the garage, but we were mostly hidden, and I don’t think either of us would’ve stopped at that.