I still sometimes wondered what amazing kind of sexuality my mum had. I had discovered that she was the born mistress and the born contra part to me w...ho was the born slave; I had discovered that we had exactly the same preferences in our sex life and I had found out that I somehow had inherited these skills from my dead dad. But still whenever a new and more bizarre side turned out about mummy and her life I was a little surprised as well as the level had been lowered consequently. So I found. He tried to listen toRodge's story, and he also thought back to the start of the day, here hewas at a bar, meeting a new friend all while waiting for the adult shoparound the corner to open up. James had always been conflicted withinhimself, he wanted to be accepted and normal, but he also wanted to be adirty slut.James had started crossdressing at a young age, he always looks backtrying to pin point that exact moment, but never can, he knew he wore adress for a play in sixth grade and it was a. She opened her mouth wide and screamed as the enormous shaft up her arse injected another load into her and I could see the white spunk pool on her tongue. ‘I need more cock. Get yours back up my arse’ she said.Honey turned over on her back with her legs in the air, showing me the soles of her beautiful stockinged feet. I love the sight of feet in fully fashioned stockings and she seemed to know it. There she was, a spunk covered harlot, taunting me with her nylon covered toes. The fucking. " "Try me," I replied, "it must have been something good and sexy judging by the effect that it had." Get and take one of your little blue pills," she said, "and get back to work between my legs whilst it takes effect." "Does this mean I can make love to you," I enquired. "Yes" she replied, "and if you are good I'll tell you why I'm making you so much juice for you to drink." I encouraged her to keep having those thoughts if they helped her make my favourite juice drink and if she felt able to.