I would have felt like a bit of an exhibitionist if it weren’t for the dark tinted windows and the champagne in me saying, “Do it like the world i... watching.” I would have slid my wet, slick pussy straight down his cock, except that he beat me to it by sliding two fingers up my inner sanctum as if they were missiles on a heat-seeking mission. They slid in an out, sometimes caressing, sometimes probing hard. I undulated over him, swinging back my head every time I let out a long moan or shrill. “Don’t stop,” she looked up at him. “Slap my tits.”David had seen that done, he gave her tits a sharp slap.“Again…harder,” she said. “Am l your slut baby….call me your slut.”“You are my slut,” he said, slapping her tits again as he rammed his cock into her.“Yes baby, l’m yours,” she said, “anytime baby, anytime you want me….let me be your slut.”“Fucking whore,” he said, feeling the surge building in his balls.“Yes baby,” she cried as he hit her again, red marks appearing on her breasts.Suddenly. . I'veknown many transgendered women who, even after a full year of living as awoman every day, still did not have the full appreciation of a woman'sclothes, hair and makeup as you appear to have already grasped. The factthat you can't even remember your male voice... Everything addedtogether... though I still have no idea why anyone would want to lieabout such a thing, you must understand why I thought you couldn'tpossibly be telling the truth. I apologize whole-heartedly if I upsetyou.". I listened to his confession for sometime,imagining the actions he was describing,the thoughts of he and Amy naked on their bed and writhing in pleasure was giving me pleasure.Both are aged in their thirties and both do like to keep fit.Under my habit I could feel my penis become quite hard,I could only imagine that if I had been in that room with them I would have strapped them on their bare,beautiful bottoms. Once Paul had finished his confession I reminded him to keep his passions in.