”She laughed. Sweet ass, she thought. What a sweet man … And a man certainly warranting not to be in discomfort. She rose from his lap, him protes...ing as she did it. But, she took his hand to encourage him up and he had the common sense to realize that this was to become far better than he could have anticipated.Without hesitation or doubt, she led him by the hand to grass, not quite half way to where Annie was in the midst of being fucked by the panther. She stopped, looked around the yard,. I use my feminine side to my personal-best advantage, but admit to myself and openly that I will never be a woman--nor state that by wearing women's clothing--that I will EVER REALLY KNOW what cross-to-bear genetic women have. Any transvestite/crossdresser/transgendered that thinks they know what women are TOTALLY about just can't face facts! Only GENETIC WOMEN and POST-OPERATIVE transsexuals will REALLY understand what inequities and problems REAL women face daily. (I say "POST-OPERATIVE", as. I imperceptibly humped my hips forward into my sister's hand with each thick stream of nut. Into her mouth, across her cheeks, down her neck and across her tits pushing through the deep v-neck of her shirt. "Well sweet dreams you two" Mom softly latched the door behind her. Her last words just as chipper and light-hearted as the first. Her eyes must have not had time to adjust to the darkness. At least not enough to watch her kids cum for each other.As soon as the door shut, Jenn hungrily. "I retorted, "Are they tired of being dead or herded by a commissar as he teaches them the glories of Communism? There are many Americans and their companies in Cuba. Protect them like you did Lebanon and give Batista a taste of American military tactics by showing him how to deal with some insurgents who may go Communist. Either do it now and do it right, or we will all be dead in a few years or our survivors will be trying to learn Russian." I can't go on just your say-so, Alex. My experts.