“I’m dripping’ she’d said. “my nickers are becoming soaking wet” and then she’d slip her finger forward and touch her clit. “Oh god t...hat feels so good – are you hard yet?”Am I hard, what a stupid question. I was iron bar rigid.Then Pam wriggled a finger in each leg and pulled her nickers down to the floor. I could see her pink lips parting as she returned to tracing her slit.I so wanted to come behind her now and shag her senseless.Pam stood up, shuffled around to face me, and said, “well. And they showed it.Kevin leaned over and asked the question that I knew was coming, "All these girls, are they actually guys? I mean some of them I can sort of tell are guys ... well sort of ... I think ... but look over there ...I mean that one has huge tits." I laughed. "Most of the women you see here were once or are t-girls. All the ones dressed to the nines, definitely. The ones in old jeans and baggy sweatshirts ... probably not. But," I held my finger up in a warning of sorts, "calling. His hard cock lined up with her entrance while he grasped her hips. In one smooth and fluid motion, he pulled her back and shoved forward, his small cock finding the object of his desire, lubricated by his pre-cum and her own natural essences. He began a rapid staccato of thrusts, driving his whole length as far as he could into her body.She stayed quite still, knowing that if she fought him off or made any movement signifying her reluctance, his immediate anger was likely to send him over the. I could hear my rapid heartbeat pounding in myears. Behind that drumbeat was the barely audible noise from the TV asthe tape jumped from Gilmore Girls to some movie. Every muscle in mybody strained to hold still as this tiny girl raised herself up, thenslowly started to lower herself onto me.It wasn't quite as neat as in the movie. We sort of slipped out of lineon the first try, then the girl reached under herself, grabbed me again,and held me in place while she tried a second time. I hit the.