On our next late night both took me in the men's ‘room. I walked home that night with my pussy stretched and flooded with cum and feeling like heave.... I still dream about those carefree days and the wonderful sex we had. To this day I still have a great affection for Indian food, culture and men. I often go out of my way to visit markets and food stores catering to South Asian markets. Where I live now we have two great family owned restaurants and an import store as well as a truck stop. I don't wantyou forgetting your status. You need to have a new look. Somethingeven less masculine."Her words made me shiver. LESS? Really? I didn't know how I feltabout that. Wouldn't it create a space between us, me being more femalelooking? Was that what she intended? How would I feel after ithappened? Or would it lead in some other direction? Those were all thethoughts I had time for because she said we were going to the bedroom.Claire clipped a leash to one of the rings on my. I felt the hand guiding my cock between spread legs before it immediately became surrounded by moist heat. I was still half-asleep but realised that the body was female and that my cock was now ensconced deep into a very wet but tight pussy. It had happened so quickly that I just lay there not believing that it was happening. Not being quite awake it felt like a fantastic dream. A cascade of wet, slobbery kisses rained on my neck and face as the wet pussy flowed around my cock, contracting then. ‘I’m costas, how about you?’ He smiled at her.Even through her drunken haze now they were out in the street light she could make him out better. He was tall and had no top on beads of sweat clung to his toned body. He had short black hair and the most amazing smile. A tiny bit of a goatee was apparent.‘Leah’ When they were outside the air hit her and so did the alcohol.They sat in silence for a minute Costa’s was the first to speak.‘You look a little cooler now, How about we go back inside and.