I wish I could remember my dreams, whoch produced something so delicious to touch. I'm around seven inches erect and today, it was soft to the touch o... the surface but rock hard in the core.I slowly started stroking the underside with my middle finger, then gently carressed the knob, leaving only one thing to do.I started to recall an evening some years ago in a London tranny club called the Philbeach Hotel in Earl's Court, where Monday was the evening when gurls could dress and be themselves,. All the names, characters, and incidents are works of pure imagination. They do not resemble any real-life names, characters, and incidents.In the first part of the story, a beginning has been made where a single question from mom will change everything.By the time I finished my homework, my mom almost finished preparing dinner. All the while intermittently flashing her naughty smile and exchanging smiles. I was the first to finish the homework. As I arranged my books in my bag, my mind was. Her toned legs were shown off by her very short shorts. She wore a normal tee shirt but you could obviously tell she had some nice tits under it. She was looking out the window watching the city go by. Then she turned and looked towards me, so I looked away not wanting to be caught staring. I looked at the window and I could see her reflection. She had seen me looking, but then she smiled and looked down. We kept doing that for the good part of thirty minutes, sneaking glances at each other and. More. The stinging became a burning, and the burn melted into a full body orgasm. He seized her hips and drove into her faster. The sounds from her throat jumped with every thrust. Breasts bouncing, she struggled to push back on him, to gain control. “You like this don’t you my girl? My big cock pounding out your little pussy.” Each word was punctuated by a short breath, the pace of his fucking never surrendering. “So hot. So fucking tight.” Like a reflex, she clamped her muscles around.