It was about 7” long, and about as thick as a large Italian sausage. The head was puffy and dark pink, the slit at the tip glistened with moisture, ...nd his full balls were hanging between his muscular young thighs.As I began to slide my hand down his hard chest, I could actually feel his heart beating. Then I felt a sharp intake of breath as my hand slid lower… over his stomach. I marveled at how smooth his skin was, compared the some of the hair-covered lovers I had. As my hand continued down. I felt Matt’s hand lightly touch my thigh and slowly move up towards my cock and hand that was still in my trousers rubbing it gently through the material until I pushed his hand away and told him to stop. Matt looked at me and said “You want this as much as I do?” and I stared at the floor and just came out and told him I was a cross dresser and was wearing and he said “I have a hard cock sticking out of my pants wanking in front of my mate and have just tried to touch you up so do you think I. She let out a moan as she reached the parts of my panties that were soaking wet. “You got yourself good and ready for me,” she purred. That nearly sent me over the edge. My once super shy friend was turning into that of a sexual god. She knew all the right places to touch and she was saying all the right things. She began to pull at my panties and I lifted my ass to help her get them off of me. It was not moments after my panties hit the ground that her face was buried in my pussy. She dug in. My flatmates had this down to a fine art, but didn't know enough French,that was where I came in. As I spoke it fluently, I ordered for us andwas their translator. I got them back to the apartment most nights andfended off passes by other backpackers as well as French natives.As I was one of the few in the apartment who could actually cook, I dida lot of the cooking. The open market at Rue Cler had everything youcould want, I bought and the guys carried everything, I thought that wasfair.