Oooo I love that. I started to massage the lips of her pussy with my ring finger. And she was felling so much horny that she hugged and started to kis... me all over my face as well as my chest. Then she took my shirt of and asked me to take off the pants by myself. I took out all the clothes of mine as well as hers. We both were naked in front of each other. Kissing and licking all the way. Then I offered her to have 69 positions. This time she was up on me and I was lying on the bed. She. My heart pounded as I stroked it, and Jim's hands on my breasts took my breath away. He was calmly but insistently undressing me. No kissing, no fondling, no attempt at going slow or being tender. It was obvious that Jim wanted to see my naked tits, and he was tugging at my buttons quickly, urgently, yanking off my silk top as soon as the last buttons came undone, throwing it carelessly to the floor. He was purposely trying to be a little too rough; he smiled to see my reaction, as my nipples. But if you come before five minutes, I'm going to put that belt back on for another five days. If you hold out five minutes before you come, I'll fuck you again... really soon... get ready... I'm getting on you..."She sank her feverishly hot and drippingly wet glove of vaginal flesh onto my iron-hard rod. I was so hard that it was almost painful, but it was also surprisingly easy to hold off from coming too quickly as she slowly began to ride my bucking hips. She told me to look into her. "You're a cross dresser."Standing before her, in his mother's bra and panties, it was impossiblefor him to deny the truth of her last statement, but that didn't mean hehad to like her calling him such a thing."A transvestite," she said, "to use the clinically correct term." Would you stop calling me that!" Dennis snapped. "Can't you just callme by my name?"She patted his fanny. "I'm sorry, Denise." I'm Dennis," he shouted, "not Denise." Oh? You've decided not to play our little game after.