Every now and then she looked up at him and smiled at him. She could no longer tell if he was more aroused or more scared and she didn’t really care... Taking his hard penis in her hands she began to stroke it. She really had no desire to get him off but she had to make him think she was really into it. She heard a muffled moan through the gag. She let go of his penis and caressed his thighs and looked at him. “Enjoying this?” He nodded and she went back to his centre she began to stroke his. My thumbs grazed the sides of her breasts and I could feel her nipples through her bra and blouse. She didn’t resist when my hands reached under her blouse and inside her bra. My palms squeezed her boobies and rubbed all around them. Again my thumbs caressed her nipples and I tugged at them with my thumbs and first fingers. They responded and swelled and lengthened.　Our kisses had grown more intense and feverish. Our tongues played tag inside our mouths.　I dropped one of my hands to her. ...because he has a suspicion but it was clearly turning him on......i could totally feel him bulging through his pants against me as we slow-danced. finally, the intense tension was too much for me and i leaned back and said "do u want to know"? and he smiled and said "yes.......is that ok"? i said "sure".......i then leanded in and encouraged him to put his hands on my hips and i pulled in close to him and whispered in his ear......."i'm a tgurl.....what some men call a shemale". right. She always met me at the door and we looked into each other's eyes for a moment.I think she enjoyed my company, she was always cooking me dinner, coaxing me to stay over for the night. I felt a little uncomfortable when she asked me that, although I'm not sure why. She was probably just aching for company, and I guess I was it.When she had something for me to do, like fix a leaky faucet or hammer a loose nail, she'd always stay and watch me do whatever it was she had asked me to do for her. She.