Esmeralda did her best to not sound out too loud to avoid attracting attention, digging her nails harder into her partner and biting her lip hard, man...aging to reduce her noise to small moans and whimpers, but for Edward that won’t do. She wanted a man who can fuck her good, he would give her a man who could fuck her amazingly. He pressed his thumb onto her clit, rubbing circles on it as he changed his stance, angling his cock upwards for penetration, his cockhead rubbing at her shallow inner. ‘So I’ll pick you up from your place say at eight, Friday night. Will that be ok?’ he asked. ‘Ok. Here’s my phone number and address. I’ll be waiting. I don’t like Chinese food, by the way.’ ‘Fine, I’ll arrange something else then. I’ll go up to see how Chris is doing. Will you be on his floor?’ ‘I think I will be but I’ve just finished my shift for today. I’ll be back tomorrow morning. Bye!’ She felt like she could hop and jump and maybe play hopscotch on the way home. Her heart did an. Enough to curl her body back and have her flush even further. He brushed a large, pale thumb over the plush of her glossed lips."Mm. They look even better in person..." I'm not going to make it through the night, if this keeps up. Her thoughts rushed and she inhaled, her nostrils flared as she took in a breath. He chuckled and let her up; it took a moment to find her footing. "Uhm. So! Shall we?" She managed to stutter out, straightening her shirt and checking her skirt for wrinkles. Anything. Every dream, each memory of the ecstasythat filled me every time I got dressed, the scent of my perfume, theway my nylons clad my legs, the gentle swell of my breasts, joined asone, and I looked up at my father. I was about to shatter his vision ofme as the strong son, the heir to his own masculinity. I was surprisedat how quickly the words came rushing out. "I want to be a girl dad,and I always have."He looked at me with no expression. "Since I will not be able to helpyou, maybe, if we asked.