" I'd have paid money to watch that," Pam said, smiling again."You'd have gotten your money's worth. He moved just like a girl. If I hadn't known wh... it was, I never would have believed it was Donald. He walked perfectly in those heels with his hips gently swaying just like he'd been a girl all his life. It made me want to throw up. Just think, I slept with him. Suddenly I hated him." Did he look like a girl?" Hell no! He looked like Donald with makeup on and in a dress. At least that's. My hog started to grow, working up to its full size under her firm and knowing touch – and she hadn’t even touched my shaft yet. Jesus, God in Heaven … this old whore is fucking good. She released my balls and looked up at me with her lips spread slightly apart, her pink tongue sliding slowly across her gleaming white teeth, and leaned back on the couch. She hiked skirt up over her waist, thrusting her hips up to get it past her the swell of her ass, and spread her legs. Of course, she wore no. It was as if they were calling for me to follow and to bring my cock to it. Her ass had the same effect as looking at me with a finger pointing and curling it back toward her (secretly saying get over here). I was beside myself as my mind raced a mile a minute. I wanted her so bad. I needed more. After only having a taste, I wanted the real thing. Fuck, I just wanted an actual taste. The power that her body had over me was scary (she was in full control). The excitement of all the possibilities. "Well, I gotta go deal with this, I'll try and make it quick," I said."OK," Emily replied.We kissed once and I went to Marry's room. I went in and she was crying just like I thought, so I put my arm over her shoulder and tried to cheer her up."He's a dumb ass, sis, forget him," I said."I know, but seriously, what the hell is wrong with me? I mean I thought I had a good personality and everything, but these guys just get bored with me. Sometimes I think I should just switch teams," Marry.