And drank. And smoked pot. He switched to some funky R&B and close danced with me, pressing my silicon breasts against his bare chest and rubbing his ...ands all over my ass. He interrupted the dancing with a deep tongue kiss, while he stroked my latex vaginal lips and squeezed my silicon titties. He was way turned on and pulled me down on the couch. I started to get nervous about where things were going — and I was straight — so I protested and told him he was going too far. Bad mistake. All. He was due both. Yet he was tempted away from a threesome. If they hadn’t come straight from the restaurant, he might have sent her for a sandwich and coffee. He didn’t believe himself, but he smiled for it.He took a deep breath. Buying women and their bodies was not something he was made to handle.“Have you ever been with a woman?” He asked Val.“Oui,” Giselle said.“No,” Val said. “You’ll find me at my best when--”“When you’re open to new things,” he said, lifting her chin.She smiled. He was. He pushed his meat slowly in and out of her, savoring the sensations of the poor girl’s defenseless asshole which gamely still contracted around his cock, providing him with an exquisite pleasure. He reached around and under to finger her—for his own amusement as she was clearly beyond any pleasure herself by now—except, perhaps, that of oblivion. Imagine his surprise when he discovered her surprise: small, limp, helplessly leaking. I’ll be damned, it’s a fucking fag, some kind of transgender. I forgot one piece of information, one important piece; Jesse is my cousin. She is a BBW! She has Black hair that curls around her neck, layered with a sweet smell of juniper. I live in the country and love the smell of juniper in the morning. She has light blue eyes that sparkle when she laughs, I try to make her laugh often. Her skin is soft and white. I know it is soft because her face rubs against mine when she is helping me get comfortable in my chair, for some reason when she is around I.