"Then I heard the man screamed behind the phone and said, "Hey, bitch,you got a call. Don't talk long; the customers are coming in soon." Who is this?... I heard Stacy yelling."This is Alexis." I said."Oh shit, it is my old tranny friend. You got some nerve making me waitthis long." Look, I was out of town, and I call you right after I checked myemail. What do you want?" Well, let's see. You are the one who causes my parents death. You arethe one who made me lost my baby. You are the one who made. ..masturbating away as you wallow in a deluge of girlie sensations - the soft friction of you sheer stockinged legs brush aghast each other and pretty panties around you waist, the tight embrace of a woman’s around your flat chest......immersed in girlie thoughts and girlie emotions.But all the while, there is this fear in the background - a fear of being caught in her stockings and underwear. So whilst you indulge yourself in girlie ecstasy and effeminacy, there is this common discomforting. He began to really slam into my but and his breath got real short and he began to grunt, loudly. Meantime Molly was strokin my hair and talking to me ever softle. She was whispering in my ear and telling me all would be alright. I didn't care, I had a dick in my ass and it felt good. But I did like her smell. She had a wonderful aroma about her. He let out a low gutteral roar and I could feel his cum shooting in my ass. All too quickly it was over but it sure felt good. I was. “Hi boys.” Ms. Mancini smiled as she came out from the teacher’s lounge. “Hi Ms. Mancini.” They all noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath her light purple blouse. Her perky breasts were quite discernible through the thin cloth of her blouse. “Next,” Mrs. Fitzpatrick called out as the guy in front of Thomas left. “Hi, Mrs. Fitzpatrick.” Thomas looked at the fifty-two-year-old Irish woman. He had a hard time not looking down at her cleavage, as he jiggly breasts were absolutely pouring.