And they already are so responsive! Of course I wouldhave them pieced just like Stevie's are now."Her hand sensuously went down my belly to my peenie ...petal encasedclitty. Her touch was like electricity, and I feared she would make mesquirt right then and there. "Oh, you sissies are so alike, and it isso much fun to keep you on edge. I adore tormenting my little Stevielike this. Now let me see you fine feathered fanny."She turned me to one side and began inspected my bustle. When she movedit. The second bar was different. There were a number of black and Spanish men. We got a seat and ordered strong drinks. As we sat there, Melinda made note of a group of black men sitting in one corner. The central figure was a dark black man with a muscular build and about 25 years old. He was surrended by younger black men who seemed to worship him. I told Melinda, "I wish the bartender could just deliver you to their table." She replied, "I can get their attention easier than that," and. "I'm not here to see or talk to your parents. I am here to talk to you. Your name is Peter. Is that correct?"I knew I was shaking, and there was nothing I could do about it. I finally croaked out, "Yes". She walked in past me and said, "I'd like a glass of cold water Peter." I jumped to it, leading into the kitchen. She sat down at the formica table, crossed her legs and watched me crack some ice from a tray so I could get her some water. When I handed her the glass Mrs. Wilson smiled. .. So deep into me..." Kimi pushed in an extra finger between her folds, sounds of wet little squishes making it to the camera now as she grew wetter and wetter. Her fingers slowly pumped in and out of her pussy as she continued to seductively speak out her needs."My small fingers can't compete with the feeling of a big, hard cock slamming into my pussy over and over again... I'd love it so much... feeling something so big, thrusting in over... and over... and over again with a relentless need.