I squeezed his balls and rubbed the palm of my hand over his prick and said “That’s what it feels like to be a girl on a date.” I looked at the ...panty hose again “But next time you wear panty hose take the underwear off first. You got too much protection; a guy can’t get a good feel that way.” I dropped the dress; it fell almost to his knees.“Won’t be a next time.”“Oh come on bro, I’m having fun, your aren’t?” For some reason I was feeling bold as hell so I rubbed on the outline of his cock. Leaving it down the way he liked it. She artfully applied her makeup. She stood and slowly started putting on the stockings, one leg at a time, and attached the garters to the tops. Next she put on the demi bra, cupping her breasts like eggs. Then she slowly slid on the skirt and laced up the back. She sat in a chair, slid on the black leather boots, and laced them up tightly. Finally she put on the red shirt before she turned to the mirror to look at the final effect. She decided at the last. I welcomed his increased pace, his deeper thrusts, his BBC stretching out my little white ass. My moans quickly turned into “ohh my godddd, yessss,mmmmm ohhhh fuckkkkk”. I know this turned him on as he soon began to thrust even harder and faster. His grips on my hips tightened and he began to slam his BBC into me balls deep. With every thrust his big black balls slapped against my little flopping white dangling cock. I was dripping from it like a whore in heat. He kept fucking me for awhile. You seem to likeDavid as a girl. I think you want to be the man and have David as thewoman."I opened my mouth to protest but was silenced by Rachel's glare. Why wasRachel being like this to Helen? It was as if she was deliberatelygoading her."Well Helen?" prodded Rachel, as Helen sat there, her mouth tightlygripped."Well what?" asked Helen crossly."Why didn't you tell me before you wanted to be a boy?"Again I was about to protest but there was that glare again. Sod theglare. "I think-" I.