Guiding his thick cock back into the warmth of her pussy once more, she lowered her body down upon his. His cock plunged back inside as she took in se...eral inches.Her body rode up and down upon his thick, hard cock as it slipped in and out of her tight pussy.Her breasts jiggled, bounced and slapped around upon her chest. He reached up and played with them for a while, as his finger and thumb rolled her nipples between; before pulling on them like elastic and bouncing back to their normal shape. Was Vic gay? Was he a cross-dresser? Was he sexually turned on by his dress-up game. For that was how he thought of it, just a game. Gay, no. Cross-dresser, not in a flashy, public kind of way; this was his secret game. He delighted in and, in the past several months, he did find it exciting in a sexual way.The touch of his sister's panties sent Vic into a mental pleasure palace! He especially loved the shiny, silky ones wrapped about his bum and cradling his balls, to say nothing of how the. By the time she was back dressed in one of his old shirts and an old skirt, another crew was at the door. “It’s green!” a voice screamed from the porch. It sounded like a mother, rather than a child. There were shrieks of laughter and then a clatter of small shoes on the steps.“See?” he asked. Somebody had noticed his green arm. He, she knew, was sure that one response was worth the time, the effort, the green-spotted towels. And that poor woman, expecting something else, seeing the green arm. Lucy stretched full length on the table with her head turned to face the garden wall. At the sound of squelching oil warming his palms, Lucy had to remind herself to stay detached. She unclipped the back of her bra. His first touch was electrifying. As soon as his fingers pressed between her shoulder blades Lucy knew that she would have a struggle to keep control. Her eyes fixed on the flowerbed. She had just started to count the second row of gladioli when there was a sound of metal scraping.