“I want you in me.”So I dropped my shorts and underwear, exposing my cock, its glistening head wet as you were and completely ready to slide insid... of you and fuck you as I know you like to be fucked.You bent over for me to fuck you from behind, and I hiked your tight miniskirt up over your waist, and pulled aside the crotch of your panties. My hard wet purple headed cock pressed between your pussy lips and you moaned as it slid every so slowly, teasingly inside you. Oh, how I love to tease you. ‘How do you…did you know my father?’ The words came out between clenched teeth, not from anger but a strain to say none the less. ‘And why on earth would I let a stranger take something of his?!’ Straightening up Dara turned and took a step closer to the girl, figuring he should give her a break under the circumstances. ‘He worked with, ah, well we worked together. A few years ago. He was a great man.’ He replied, unsure what to say but thankful when Presley seemed to deflate a little, if her. “Lucky me. It's very cute. How did you compare to your friends?”“Not well.” I blushed “Mine was the smallest, only five and a half inches erect.”“Don't worry about it, size isn't everything. Did you and your friends do anything more than measure?” Mum teased me some more.“How about we talk about your sex life for a change?” I teased back.“Ok, I don't mind.”“Ok. How often do you and dad have sex?”“That's an easy one, four or five times a week.”“Does dad have a big dick?”“Only slightly bigger. I did like wearing these clothes. I loved the feel and the look and I particularly liked the change I felt being dressed as a woman, a lovely sexy woman at that and not boring old Peter Simms."Do you think I would get away with going out dressed like this," I said,"Honey, if I can with my figure, I know you can,"And so it was that I started my new life. During the day I was Peter Simms and at night and over the weekends I was Samantha.Quite often I would spend my evenings in the store with.