His seven inch, thick, uncut cock would fit nicely down my throat. I always loved foreskin and took advantage of playing with it. I heard him moaning...and was turned on even more. I licked his shaft and played with his balls. He rubbed my bald head and I hummed on his cock. The vibrations took their toll and he squirmed around a lot. I knew my style would have him coming in no time at all. I wanted his nectar and knew how to get it. I stopped sucking him and took both of his balls into my. As I say that, I take her to the dance floor and we start to dance rather intimately. Every chance I get I slide my hands up and down her body, feeling up her breasts a little. As the drink kicks in, she starts to be less and less cautious about her body, as she moves to the beat of the music. At one point people start treating it like a show, giving her the center of the stage. Her body was in display, with her dress barely held up. Sameer made sure to record her as people come in to dance. I could tell she felt uncomfortable. Looking around all eyes were on her. I could tell that I did not exist. I asked if she was hungry and she said no, but I knew better as we did not have dinner. I convinced her to have something to eat. We sat at up at the bar stools. She sat legs crossed showing all kinds of leg.I excused myself to the rest room. Walked down the hall way when i bent down and tied my shoe lace after going to the bathroom i came back and we ate.We Went up to the hotel room and. I suppose getting into the limohad brought that scene to the front of my subconscious and that hadcaused the dream.I made sure my front door was locked and dropped my heels onto the floor.I manged to unzip my dress and let that fall too. Here I was all alone,in a drop-dead gorgeous body and wearing only a tiny black thong. Whatelse was a boy turned girl to do?I lay on my couch, feeling the leather against my soft skin. It was coldand rough as it wasn't the best quality. I let my hands trace.