He has never threatened me. Yet I feel compelled to do everything this seventeen-year-old boy demands of me.With both hands now, I worked his zipper d...wn. I realized once I had it all the way down that I won’t be able to pull his large cock out through the opening. It has grown too long and too hard. So I unbuttoned the button that’s holding his shorts closed and his cock popped free.Cory had elected to forgo underwear this morning to make things easier. His cock is now standing straight up. Move over and get on your back."I turned around and relaxed as I watched Carol slide down my body and take my cock with her slender fingers. She slowly and methodically worked my cock up and down playing with my foreskin as she did so. Every once in a while she would lick the top of my head as she jerked it. I couldn't take anymore and I put my hand on the back of her head and guided it to my cock. She let my cock slip into her mouth and I could feel her tongue dance all around my head. She was. It didn't bother me anymore to wear skirts and heels. I had done it forso long now that it seemed perfectly natural to me. And with my body andmy trim legs, I knew I could still turn a few heads, in spite of beingwell into my thirties and the mother of three children. It seemed likean eternity ago that I had been male, so feminine clothing was fine byme. Still, most women would no sooner put on a skirt and heels on theirday off than men would choose under like circumstances to wear a tie.I. She asked me to rub the muscles first, then apply ice with pressure for a few minutes and rub again. She turned a bit to the side and put her left leg across my lap as I sat facing towards her, forcing her right leg around the back of me. I rubbed her leg from ankle to mid thigh and down again and reached for the ice. She stopped me and said her groins were the sorest part with a straight face. She grabbed my hand and placed it so my fingers were at the point of her panty line and told me to.