I wished it was my own cock. Of course, at this stage my owncock was as hard and nearly as large as the dildo. My left hand wasfondling it through my ...ilky knickers while my right hand was holding thedildo to my lips. My skirt was up round my waist. I could see the shapeof my cock in my knickers. My sissy cock. And my pale hairless thighsabove my dark shiny shocking-tops. Sissy thighs. A sissy boy in a skirtand girls' underwear. And a sissy cock that loved the sensation. Maybesucking a sissy. I can feel his warmth and his out pouring of love. He moans into my mouth and strains closer. He is delicious in his responses. I am so glad I was right, he is worth the wait, the sharing. I melt into his arms welcoming his touch. When we come up for air, he flicks a hand though my color changed locks."I liked your green hair." In the dark he can't see my smirking smile in response.As I start to answer, the night air is rent with a scream. Tensing up I jerk away from Saul and look around for. She wanted a climax, or to feel him inside her -- anywhere -- and she could not do anything but lay on the massage table and go crazy with wanting him.At one point, he stopped completely and just spoke to her. "I can tell that you are turned on. I also know that you want me to move faster, to let you go, to let you come. Well, right now, I am in control and the only thing you can do is give yourself to me; just lay back and be completely helpless and know that I control your body and I will. I am older now and at an age where I can make such choices, but my first time was when I was confused about sexual matters, a hormonal imbalance that made me need to want it, not necessarily with what happened, but putting myself in such a situation where there was only one outcome.I was playing in the back yard of my parents house, in my itsy bitsy bikini, as I was teased by my parents, not too much up top and even less below, but I was feeling it throughout my body, an awakening for myself,.