At last, we both got really drunk.“We’ve got to go.” I heard him talking to me.“I agree.” That’s all I can say.He took me home. It’s a b...autifully quiet house.He tried to take all of my clothes off, but hands suddenly stopped.“I’m not a girl. “ I sighed, and confessed to him, “I’m just a boy in a girl’s clothes.Too long had I hidden my secret. I didn’t know what is waiting for me when I told the truth.He’s kind of frightened, and disappointed, but dicker still stiff.So I said: “Why not let me. " He mumbled nervously, sitting across from Ann keeping his posture as straight as possible. He could not believe his eyes, as Ann was leaning back on the couch with her legs spread open, her pussy slit showing through the gossamer, almost invisible panties, revealing that she had recently shaved her pussy mound clean. The scene reminded him of a PLAYBOY article. It was called "The girls of Copenhagen", which showed the Danish prostitutes sitting in the windows of the whorehouses, displaying. You let your head fall back onto my shoulder as I nibbled down the side of your neck. Soon my mouth fell onto your earlobe and taking it between my teeth, I felt you shudder. My hands began to explore your body. As you tilted your head to the side our eyes locked together and without saying a word, I could see from the glint in your eye where this was heading. My lips pressed against yours and we kissed. Your full lips pressed against mine and as my mouth covered yours, you felt my right hand. ‘You’ve got such a low opinion of me, haven’t you? So of course you thought I’d try my luck.’ Melissa’s eyes filled with tears. ‘No, I didn’t, actually.’ The words came out much more forcefully than she’d expected. ‘Of course I didn’t. Be honest, I’m the exact opposite of the sort of girl you go for, aren’t I?’ She grabbed a fistful of her hair. ‘Not blonde, see? Ginger. Legs–‘ She released a bitter laugh as she hitched up the shirt slightly, exposing her plastered knees. ‘Oh dear. Too chubby..