He didn’t have to wait long!“That’s it! Oh yes! I gunna cum! Gunna Cum! Keep fucking me. Keep fucking me. Yes! Yes! Yes!” she called and then,...‘I’m cummin! I’m cummin! She squeals as the pleasure ripped through her shuddering body!That is Tarzan’s cue. Still holding her by the hips, with the next stroke, he rams the last few inches of his donkey cock into her, up to the hilt! That just makes her shudder and shake even more as her orgasm continued. Tarzan is really fucking her now, working up to. It already feels weak and submissive, all painted like a girl, dressed in its stockings and girlie things... but locking away its misallocated make genitalia amplifies its sense of submission and weakness many times. It feels impotent, helpless, pathetic. It desperately wants to relieve itself. But not only dies that make a mess of its pretty panties and stockings, it purges all of its girlie transvestite urges for a brief moment of ecstasy. When it has finished it sees itself not as the sexy. “Yes, I’d like that. I’ve had fun today.”“Me, too. What’s a good choice for a nice dinner?”“There’s a very, very nice Argentine steak restaurant at Spui. It’s not too expensive, but the food is very good.”“That sounds perfect. What’s the name?”“Rancho Argentinian Grill. It was the first Argentine restaurant in Amsterdam.”We made our way to Spui, which was not far from my hotel on Spuistraat. We had a bit of a wait, and went to the bar to have a drink while we waited. I had Jonnie Walker Black. "Peter, I want to suck your cock." I took a deep breath and then knelt in front of her face. Mom looked at the stiff prick throbbing in front of her face, then moved her mouth over the tip and started moving her tongue around the head. She held my shaft right near where they joined my balls and stroked me as she sucked. She was definitely into that! She quit though and said, "If you want to fuck me Peter, I want to be on my back so I can watch your face. You don't know how many times I.