She started moaning softly. Safe to say, she was in bliss.Her moaning started turning me on and given my dick’s size, it would become very prominent...when I am horny. My dick started poking her on her back, but she didn’t say a word. Slowly from her head, I came down to her shoulders and continued to massage her gently with a super hard dick! I knew she felt it too but she wasn’t saying anything.From her shoulders, I came down to her upper back. She was enjoying the massage. I asked her to lie. Most of the people had already left the parking lot by the time we had worked out our plans and gotten out of the stadium. We were in no hurry to be the first people sitting in Arby's. I was just about to where my car was parked when I heard the voices. About 100 feet from my car I noticed that, other than my car, Leslie's car and a big pick-up truck were the only cars left in the dark lot. As I got closer I heard Leslie say, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Getting some of that tasty. His overall demeanour had a distinctwomanly flair. Mustapha had asked him if he would like to change sex andbecome his wife, but Lennie had refused. Although he identified as a womanon the inside, and liked to cross-dress and be Mustapha's sex slave, hewas scared at the prospect of transitioning, and possibly going under theknife to further feminize his body. After Lennie's refusal, Mustapha haddecided to turn to plump, transsexual women who had already started theirtransition.So there we were. Since this was annihilated, she began to think about what to make for dinner.“Coree,” Rochelle mused. “Please clean this up before you get on the PS4.”“Yes, ma’am,” he replied.“Oh I can help,” Desmond suggested.“Uh, me too, doc” stammered Ty still checking her out.“Well thank you, boys! I’m gonna read for a while.”Around four o’clock Rochelle inquired if her sons’ friends would be staying for dinner. Desmond said his parents were picking him up in thirty minutes. But, Ty indicated gleefully.