It felt strangely comforting, for some reason. It’s not quite the same as the heat of Los Angeles, or Las Vegas. Maybe it was because we were so nea...r the sea. For the first few seconds it felt a bit like a warm hug. Isn’t that odd?An airport bus drove us to the terminal, which was nice and cool. I was in no big hurry to get past immigration so I went to the restroom first, but when I came out most of my fellow passengers had already been processed. It took less than ten minutes before a female. And I've kept seeing you because you turned out to be one ofthe hottest, sexiest cock-worshipping girls I've ever known."Mike finished speaking and I moved toward him and kissed him gently,then more passionately. I kept stroking his cock as my lips caught histongue and sweetly sucked on it. Finally I softly kissed my way backtoward his chest, my hand stroking his cock all the while."And now I have a question for you - what was it like growing up,believing you were a woman in a man's body? . My legs were spread and the position gave me all the view I needed."We're gonna paly a little game called Agony and Ecstasy...." My eyes bulged and in my mind i screamed NOOOO! I had palyed that game with my sub and had not thought anyone else called it the same thing. I had a feeling about what was to come and with the size of her she-cock agaony was an understatement!She rubbed a thin film of KY on my asshole, she grinned wickedly as she looked down at me. Her cockhead disapppeared. Circa un mesetto dopo il fatto raccontato, la sera, ogni qualvolta che a Carosello (chi ha meno di 30/35 anni neanche lo ricorda Carosello) andava in onda la pubblicità delle calze Omsa, la zia cercava il mio sguardo complice (lei abitava all’appartamento sopra il mio e spesso scendeva da noi per vedere la TV tutti insieme), sorridendo leggermente con una smorfia appena accennata. Figuratevi come mi veniva duro al solo vedere quelle sue gambe accavallate e quelle calze favolose, con il classico.