My cock hard and hot, pressed against the bare skin of your back. Sliding forwards, moving my finger into you, rotating inside you, rubbing the front...of your pussy from the inside... Withdrawing my hand, I move both hands down to holding your hips. Kissing your neck and your ears, I pull your hips and your glorious ass firmly back against me. Pushing down on the tops of your jeans and your underwear, I slide them down over your hips and down to your knees. Turning your head to the side and. "No pun intended," she laughed. "Really, if this is too--difficult--we don't have to meet tomorrow." He took her by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Carol," he said. "Yes?" she looked at him innocently, wide-eyed. How strange it is, he thought, that she still doesn't understand what she means to me. "Today has been the happiest day of my life. I feel like I'm alive again. If you don't meet me tomorrow, then tomorrow will be the worst day of my life. And I've had some very bad ones. Do. But I shouldn't complain, if it wasn't for the damage those pesky malehormones do, I would be out of business." "So you can make me look like a woman, I mean convincingly." "Sure, I've transformed more manly men than you." "I find that hard to believe." "I didn't say that I would make you an attractive woman. I am not amagician. For that wigs, dresses, and makeup won't be enough. For that Iam afraid you will need a good plastic surgeon and a small miracle. But ifyou just want the experience of. It winking back at him as she flexed her pc-muscle again. It wasn’t typically like him to want to play with it but it was so tight and so clean he found himself even wanting to lick it - a thought that may have previously grossed him out a little - and indeed had with some previous girls. She was different. He thought about it, inching his thumbs closer to her pretty, pink hole while peeling her ass even further apart... No. Not tonight. He didn’t know how she felt about that sort of.