My desire went for an urgency situation and I was sucking and in a way biting her nips puling her more close to me and she was making noise ‘aaaahhh...ooohh yesssssssssssss ohhhhhh sllllooowlllyyy jaammmmin, ooohhh succcckk them dearrrrr’. I made her move towards the wall, opening the buttons of her blouse. I had more in plan now for her. I opened the cups of her blouse and my loving woman was in a light blue bra. A net bra showing the brownish nipples more clearly and her breasts were compelled. Porter knew Polly was a T-Girl even though at first he had to grow into the idea that “Dave the Stud” had chosen her after his life as a Lady Slayer. Dave had kept her distant with little info about her until Porter saw a picture of her and made complimentary comments about her. Dave surprised him telling him that she wasn't a female. After finally meeting her, she surprised and intrigued him in her feminine ways. If you didn't know, you wouldn't now that she was anything other. She was always. " That night we decided to celebrate and gave our internet audience a good show. Thursday night, we were anxious and a bit nervous as we drove to the theater on the edge of town. It had just begun to get dark. The girls both wore dresses. Bridget's was short, just barely longer than a pair of boxers, had spaghetti straps and was a soft, silky blue. Elizabeth wore an ankle length dress that was a deep green and split up to her hip on one side. Both wore dress sandals that were very flattering to. “You’ll start tomorrow. However,” she said as her eyes dropped to the erection still tenting the front of my slacks. “It seems cruel to make you leave in this state.”I watched incredulously as she pulled her top off, laying it carefully next to her cardigan. She sat before me, topless other than a caramel-colored bra. She smiled at me, and my mind raced, unsure what she wanted me to do.“Cum on my tits, Mike.”I didn’t hesitate. In seconds, my pants and boxers were around my ankles, and I was.