I wasn’t always proud of it, or happy about it, but I was certainly addicted to it. It all started so simple, I would come home from work every day,...take off my smelly boy work clothes, get in the shower and clean and shave my cock and ass (before I referred to them as a clitty and boypussy) then dry myself off before applying lip gloss, fake stick on nails, panties and a bra and a half mask to protect my identity, then sit in front of my computer, desperately searching for a woman ( secretly. He grabbed my hips and moved forward and with rhythm matched, we became one mass of fucking male sexual need - one black, one white attached together in lustful desire. I know my moans could be heard outside, but I didn't care this late of night. Plus the RV was rocking with each thrust he made.The RV rocked back and forth all night as we enjoyed the best parts of each other’s bodies. We fucked all night in every area of my RV and in every conceivable position, including crammed inside my. "But I like it when he finds me attractive, when he compliments me, when he notices things I try to do to please him." She blushed, "I mean, you know, personal things? To show I find him attractive, sexy even, maybe that I'm .. you know, interested in maybe some special play? Some bedroom fun?" She blushed again but held my eyes with her.I nodded sympathetically. "I understand." I let my eyes fall to her cleavage and the full body beneath the robe, and then smiled as I met her eyes again. I simply refused. Smiling a bit to myself I started tracing the edge of his head with my tongue, then sliding down his hard length with the faintest of touches, only to take one of his balls into my mouth and suck it, ever so softly. His sharp intake of breath told me al I needed to know, and whilst my hands were moving up and down his cock my mouth entertained his sack. My tongue trailed a soft, slippery way up towards his head again and I proceded by slowly inserting his entire cock into my.