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I could feel her body tense and loosen. With one hand I helped support her thigh and with the other, I started to put my fore finger and middle finger on both sides of her opening rubbing them up and down. That had what I imagine was a good effect because her breathing changed. I ventured putting a finger inside her as if I was trying to touch my tongue from inside her. That brought about another change of her body motions and soon she convulsed, moaned grabbed the back of my head and smothered me into her... i think she helped my do something right! Even though I couldn’t really breath I didn’t stop until she quickly pushed my head away... Then I thought I did something wrong but she wrapped her legs behind me and with indian the back of her feet pulled me hard toward her. My pecker mashed right up against her pussy as she kissed me hard and started to grind her hips into me and moving her pelvis up and down until I slipped right into her. With her pulling me tight against her with her legs and her pelvis moves I was unable to do anything but return her deep kisses and within seconds, out of nowhere, I shot stream after stream of cum into her. She never slowed her mashing pelvis and whispered in my ear to keep going. I offered no resistance or inclination to stop either, I felt like a complete animal but Sara seemed to be in her own world. After several more minutes she tensed up and just help me tightly. As her breathing returned to a steady pace I felt like I was the king of the world! I might as well have been! I was still inside of Sara as she seemed to focus on my face again. She decided to play with my mind a bit as she got a wicked grin across her face and told me she wasn’t on birth control. I admit I wasn’t thinking and immediately got scared and pulled out of her. She giggled again and asked where I was going!? She quickly eased my mind and said that desi there are ‘safe days’ she could play and not worry about things... To this day, I feel soooo much love for this girl. I will always love you Sara! This is a true story…. Well, it’s true that I made it up, sort of… you be the judge. If you have a fixed aversion to cross-dressing sissies, you may wish to go elsewhere. However, my story isn’t about that, although it provides the protagonist vehicle. It’s about control… self-control, losing control, being controlled and everything out of control. I hope you enjoy my style …. p.s. If my humble contribution offends or annoys any readers, I sincerely apologize. My intent was merely to provide a brief moment of stimulating entertainment. Comment and ask for the saga to continue, if you liked reading about my first "adventure". ……………………………….. CROSSDRESSERS RUSH … I TAKE THE OLD CAR FOR A SPIN. I don’t know exactly where my fascination with cross-dressing came from, but I can see many of you knowingly nod your head when I say I was the only child of a single Mom. He shouted. "God! The young girl pushed the pillow away and picked her head up off the bed to listen to the sounds and dirty desi talk. “Alright, girls,” Hazel called after them, “Have fun and stay out of trouble.” Uhhhh, make me cum!" When the hood was removed Tom was shocked, “you’re that hippie girl from down the street. I have something for u Our luggage is already in the limo as the Plaza held it for us and then loaded it into the limo for us. My second orgasm was a little stronger, and I let him know with a low moan and thrust my hips up, smashing his mouth harder on my pussy. Soon after, she gathered him up and led him by the hand into his bedroom and slowly undressed first him and then herself and then joined him on indian the bed and showed him what her dear departed husband had so enjoyed in their years of marriage and child building. The three hours had passed. She smiled to herself as she felt him leave her hard tits and move back down to her loins. From its penile head squirmed small red cilia or tendrils.