" Lesley panted again, and dropped her lips on mine for another kiss. For an instant, the horrible thought that I was raping Trish with Lesley's help ...an through my mind. Was I ... raping her?"No ... wait..." I panted. I wanted to stop. I needed to talk to Trish. I needed to have her...The orgasm was simultaneous. I felt the tremors though my body as Lesley pulled me up into a sitting position, her arms around me, and her thighs clutching at me. I surrendered to the biological urges, pulling. The droplets broke the surface and echoed in his head.Dripping. Dripping. Dripping.Constantly. All the time. Minutes turned to hours. He counted. Claude tried to count. At least to break the monotony of the dripping. But eventually hours turned to days. He was broken. He lied on the floor listening. Unable to tune out the insistent dripping. The only thing he heard was the godawful dripping.Claude finally roused from deep sleep. He was still in his combat suit. His fingers darted unconsciously. My tongue was polishing the head of his throbbing erection.Then I took three-inches of his erection deep into my mouth and held it there. Next with my tongue at the underside of his erection, I slid it forwards along his shaft, as far as I could comfortably go, then slid it backward. And kept sliding it forwards and backward, massaging the same section of his erection, keeping his erection in place, not taking it deeper or shallower, just keeping it in place.I can hear my man telling Lu Xi, “I. Obviously, he had a thing, a joy, in making sissy's out of young boys for his own pleasure. I'm not sure if I was the only one or not, but he definitely found an open canvas with me and I continued to play the role whenever Mike wanted to see me. Because I was really into biking so much that summer and it wouldn't seem totally weird, I even totally shaved my body at Mike's request and purchased smoothing butters to maximize his fem experience. From that point forward, anytime I was at his camp,.