She loves her tits squeezed so she told him to squeeze her tits. He didn't need to be told twice. He went right for them. He squeezed her tits and pin...ched her nipples. He rolled her over and fucked her laying on her back but over the side of the bed so he could still stand up and fuck her. This is when I fed her my cock to suck. I liked the idea of this older guy fucking a young girl. We weren't even born yet when this guy was our age and he still was as interested in young pussy as any other. Every few weeks Karen would spend a weekend with her girlfriend, Jill, and I would have 48 hours of bliss, dressing without stress or fear, as my feminine alter ego.It was after about four months that things started to change. Usually she would leave on Friday afternoon before I got 'dressed' but this time she asked if I would let her see me as my other self. She said that, although she had helped me with my makeup, she had never seen how I spent these special weekends. She could only visualize. Putting more oil on his hands, he strokes my legs. Up and down with long, slow strokes until he nudges my legs further apart. His fingers dance along my inner thighs and touch barely my bald pussy.My breathing is heavy as his fingers play with my clit. I raise my head, nod and smile to let him know that he must not stop. I lower my head and close my eyes, his hand grabs one breast and begins to twist my nipple. I squeal and squirm slightly while his other hand rubs my sweet pot harder.Mark. I felt my face heat up with embarrassment. She didn’t seem to mind.“Well, which is it? Give or take?” she asked and something about the way she said it told me we weren’t talking inches anymore. She kneeled down. Holy shit, was she going to blow me? This could not be happening, there was no way my life could be going this awesome. She came face-to-face with my swollen shaft, the tip was pointed right at her and a few mere inches away, so close I could feel her breath. She stared into my eyes.