“Now what?” she asked me. “Give me your hand.” I said as I took her left hand and placed it on my shaft. “Now just grip me but not too hard ...nd just start sucking on the head of my cock like a sucker.” I said. Andrea giggled and moved forward. She took me into her mouth and began moving her head back and forth now. I let out a moan as she moved back and forth. “Mmm..that's feels so good Andi.” I moaned. My hand went down and gripped her hair as I pushed her head further. I felt her tongue. This also brings up another issue that was unresolved form my early twenties and that was my attraction to transsexuals. instead of exploring why I have felt these thoughts feelings I harbored them. I hid my feelings not only from my family but also my friends. I became the closet cross dresser who was also attracted to transsexuals keeping it under lock and key in my mind. it was the only place where I could find comfort with it. now let me state after sometime I did not feel weird about how. He got up and after reaching down and grabbing my hair and pulling me forward, he moved in behind me and placed my head in between his knees. "Hold still you fuckin' shit whore" he demanded and the next thing I knew and felt was the leather paddle slapping hard at my tits. I tried to move about to ease the pain, but he held me tight until several more blows left my tits red with welts. When he released me he moved around in front of me and grabbing my hair, pulled me to my feet and led me into. She worked it in and out of her lips, hips wiggling, teasing me. I groaned, slamming harder and faster into Zoey's cunt, my balls thwacking into her clit.“Oh, you are a perv, too, Melody,” Zoey groaned. “Just like our little brother.”Melody pulled out the banana, leaving it coated in her saliva. “I forget he is my little brother.”“By a month,” I groaned, Zoey's pussy heaven on my dick. The tight, silky friction sent heat down to my balls, my cum simmering, approaching a full boil. “Still.