I watched his eyes widen as I came up over the nipples and then pulled it just up enough to rest it in a roll above my chest. I put my hands down and ...tood there before him, bare chested. My heart was pounding, my pussy tingling against the lace of my panties, and the excitement making my nipples hard. He stepped forward and cupped my tits, hefting them as though checking their weight. He ran his thumbs over the nipples and then to my surprise he leaned forward and took one in his mouth,. And he knew it was. He hits the right spots and does all the right things to make me cum over and over. But he had to be inside of me again. I knew he wanted to feel that dripping wet pussy wrapped around his manhood again. He loves how wet I get and loves sliding in ever so easily. We kissed and sucked and fucked the evening away until the bed and us both were a hot mess. It was Saturday evening now and we wanted to go out. It was dinner and live music and drinks. In other words,. The shower showed signs of Jeremy's good taste. Unlike The Brit and I, who built a shower to be a shower, Jeremy made it artistic. For one thing it was a real tile enclosed cubicle. The slightly biscuit colored tile had a few decorative tiles scattered through it. They really were quite lovely.The Brit had the kind of hot water you didn't have to worry about. You could stay in the shower as long as you liked. A girl like me could wash my short thin hair ten times and not put a dent in his hot. We got back in touch online and after a few months of planning had put these whole weeks' activities together. (Well some was ad-lib but not tonight's events). Mary loved playing with women but also loved Brenda. She encouraged his cross-dressing and loved making him her sissy. She wanted him to have his male parts in a working but unusable manner. She believed this kept him hornier and willing to accept her control more than having it removed.In fact she told me often of how Brenda loved being.