Their shirts wide open to show off their tanned muscular chests and tattoos visible on their hairy powerful arms. As one guy after another strained to...stay in the saddle I could feel myself becoming aroused. One guy in a red checked shirt and jeans made a valiant effort but soon ended up on the crash mat. The next guy was a big guy in a black shirt and a stetson hat. With one hand he held on to the reins while the other held on to his hat. H e lurched and span but managed to hold on. Sweat ran. My eyes lock on Melissa’s vagina lips. I begin to stroke up and down: rhythmic, riding full length from my balls over my soft, so sensitive head, catching its base the way I like. The way I’ve done for so many years since that night I’ll never forget, aged thirteen when I discovered the secret, when with my erection up hard over my big sister’s borrowed black lace panties, stroking franticly, worried my parents would hear my bed rattle, when I first felt the pleasure rise, felt my shaft strain. He sat there on his bed, completely naked and exposed with his half hard cock sticking out between his meaty legs. I looked down at his package and it must have been about 8 inches uncut and halfway hard. I kind of gasped as he ushered me in. He asked me how long I had been dressing up. I told him it was about 4 years. He kind of shook his head then he asked me if I was gay. I told him no, and that I considered myself bi-sexual with cross-dressing tendencies.He grabbed me by the waste and. I’ve had enough of your condescending attitude. I honestly don’t want to be around you.” With that I turned and walked onto the boardwalk, I discreetly turned and saw Makaela crying. I knew it was wrong and cruel but, I felt such happiness knowing I had truly hurt her. As I walked on the boardwalk I noticed guys checking me out. Without that fat bitch people see how beautiful I am. I walked around enjoying myself, finally tired I walked back to the hotel. We had rented 2 rooms but Makaela.