O last night when I was browsing the infinite collections on xhamster, i came across a video of a tranny ( Mom: No.Me: Let’s say even if we marry an... live publicly as husband and wife. Then we will end up in jail and socially outcasted. Right?She nodded.Me: Now see – you definitely love me as a son, but you will never love me like a man. You love your husband, and you won’t leave him. We can’t marry openly and live publicly as husband and wife. Correct?Mom: Yes.Me: Then what are we doing? Why are we doing it?Mom looked at me blankly. I continued further.Me: We are just fucking around. We are doing. I obeyed, pulling my sports bra off, and still not looking up at him. My chest was bare and covered in sweat and some saliva that had run down. The breeze felt good on my skin and made my nipples hard. I almost forgot about the cock that was swaying in front of my face.His next command: "Wrap those tits around my cock. You know what to do." I did know what to do, having big boobs growing up meant that guys had wanted to tit fuck me since I could remember. I lifted myself up to bring my tits. Those were the best orgasms. I carried that cavalier sense of adventure into my relationship with my first serious girlfriend, Robin. She was a big-leg girl, and once she let me get my hands in the cookie jar, I had my fingers in her pussy every chance I got. And Robin made sure I got plenty of chances. I recall a couple times where I took huge risks of getting caught pink-handed, but the thrill of the moment always seemed to outweigh the risks. We were in high school, on a bus heading.
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