. ," she laughed. "And pray tell... just what type would that be... , kind Sir?" she asked."Well... , what you need is some old guy—with one foot in... the grave; and the other foot on a banana peel." And you know just such a guy, right?" she laughed, seeing the humor in our conversation and starting to enjoy it."Yeah... ," I laughed, "if I thought it would do me any good, I'd go right out and invest in a banana."She laughed. "Are you saying you have one foot in the grave?" Are you kidding—I may. Then he sucked my little clitoral button of flesh into his mouth, much as I had just sucked his cock into my mouth. And then his teeth gently nibbled into my tiny flesh button. I jumped off the bed again, and I moaned very loudly. My slit contracted tightly closed and opened again, closed and opened, several times. My button of flesh pulsated like the pulsations of a dying star. And then a thick liquid began to flow out of me, and all over his face. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” I apologized. “How. Expecting to feel the moistness and warmth of her vagina on my palm, I was shocked when my hand cupped a full ball sack and strokes the thick and glistening shaft of this transsexual cock! Shocked, I realize that this hot babe is not a beautiful lady, but a Ladyboy! I should have guessed from the peculiarly husky voice. In spite of myself, I just could not keep my hands off her. I caressed those full transsexual breasts and reaching up underneath her skirt massaged her thick cock.As she pulled. It took me a second for my brain to register where I was. I assumed it was one of the girls coming for their dare. “It’s open,” I announced.The door opened slowly. Standing in the door was Whitney. Whitney had just turned 18, and to be honest, she was the sexiest of all my sister’s friends. She was standing in a bikini top and shorts. Unlike my sister and most of her friends, Whitney was not petite. She was not fat, but she was thick. She had thick thighs and a nice bubbly butt. I had never.