Have you seen a man wank, Consuella?' 'No,' the housekeeper said, eyes watching him, running over his naked bodyand resting on his now erect cock. 'No... I haven't.' 'I'm afraid it's not much. Tell her when you last wanked, Terrence.' 'Twenty-eight days ago, Miss Consuella,' he dutifully replied, his face burning. 'Well,' his wife said with a sneer, her wineglass in one hand and the otherslowly sliding the hem of her skirt up, 'you'd better get to it and try tomake it last longer than thirty. I'm almost there...I can feel it building." No...Oh, God," Malory groaned, biting her bottom lip. She felt the cock swell, then burst. A hot warmth filled her insides. She came with a loud cry; Her whole body convulsing in spasms of orgasm. The sperm moved deeper into her with each contraction of her inner walls. Malory knew that she was milking him into her cervix, but there was nothing she could do. Even that thought forced her into a new rolling orgasm."Yes, take my cum, Girl. Take it all,". She asked me what time I would reach my hotel room and I told her I was on the other end of the city and it would take me at least an hour to reach. She asked me to call the hotel and inform them to give her the room keys which I did obediently. I reached the hotel room and found the door locked. I knocked and waited. It was not Shilpa who opened the door. The woman who opened the door was gorgeous. She was about 5’8 with a svelte figure and huge tits. I had a confused look on my face and. Some guys like to wear frillyclothes and lacy underwear. Hell, some guys even want their dick slicedup and pushed inside out and try to pretend they're really a girl. Imean, from my point of view, that's weird shit. That shit's wrong. Youare what you are. But sometimes, it's hard to figure exactly what youare and that's where it all seems to fall apart.I don't pretend to understand it. I like girls. I mean, I really do.That moment, when you first slide your cock into a warm pussy, thatbeing.