“Trey even asked us to stop in the middle of everything and move ‘cuz they wanted a better look at my asshole. It’s something he’d do, make su...re we all knew he had the best view of me getting plugged in, always reminding me he was there. But I think he just likes watching better than fucking. Fucking’s too much work. “But then he told the one in my ass to spank me. So he did. I tried not to flinch, but it took me by surprise. He laughed and just smacked me harder. However hard he smacked me. I would be the girl next door. The type men like chatting up and getting on with. The type that smiles at them and finds them funny. Deep down, I’m the type they are likely to pull on a night out when the blonde nightclub bimbo decides to reject them and the type that is going to blow them until they spurt. I don’t really care what happens after that. We could see each other again or we could not. Ces’t La Vie as they say.Don’t get me wrong. I’m not selfish. I usually let them fuck me, more. Remembering what was said, how it felt, what we were thinking how the air smelt, the sounds, everything like it was in slow motion. Have them going back to when I was eight being able to dress as a girl full time with moms permission. Those entries are precious to me I still can feel how excited I was to come home from school slip into a dress, skirt, petticoats, (always wore panties and hose under my boy things (UGH) playing with my dolls etc. and the most rewarding is when mom had a few extra. When ever we saw each other on the block outside of school we would discuss homework and stuff going on at school and what not. When their girlfriends would see me speaking to 'their man' immediately I would sense it and say 'see you later man.' and walk away... For some reason their girlfriends looked at me as if I was fucking their boyfriends... Seriously? Jealous bitches... Even after they would explain how we knew each other, they still didn't buy it. It was the same way for the guys I had.