I wanted it so much. I wanted him to make me cum so bad. ‘Jaime …’ I said again, and again, it was a plea – a plea for more, to have more of... him inside me. He leaned closer, his mouth against my ear, and my nipples hardened even more when they started rubbing against his shirt as I bounced on his hand. He stuck his tongue out and lightly licked behind my earlobe before he said, ‘Tell me, Chris …’ His voice was much rougher and deeper than normal. I felt him grasp the thin sheath of satin. The warmth.Finally, she felt him begin to thrust. She could feel all of his hardness as he pulled out and pushed back into her hot wet crevice. Each time he did, she moaned a little and closed her eyes. She imagined what it looked like with his hard small cock inside her. She tried to visualize exactly how it looked each time her vertical lips wrapped around his little hardness as he pushed inside her wet orifice. Yes, she knew that it would sound stupid to imagine such a thing to some people,. The first group of men seeking Mistress Melissa's services were men whoenjoyed being forced (?), or even not to be forced, to don the apparelof the female species and wanted to pass as females on the street and inthe home. These were your basic cross dressers who needed a littleloving prod to accomplish their needs. They left Mistress Melissa'ssmartly turned out and as womanly passable as it was our ability to makethem. For a great deal of money, that is. These men were usually sweetand docile. She squeezed my fingers and I let my fingers entwine a little with hers.“Mom.”“Umm.”“Mom, I love Danny.”She squeezed my fingers again.“I know you do, Charlie.”“I mean, I’m in love with him.”Mom released my hand and turned on her side to look at me. She leaned close and kissed my cheek. I tasted of sweat and sunblock I’m sure, but Mom didn’t seem to care.“Have you told him this, Charlie?”I smiled but I didn’t open my eyes.“Yeah. He said he loved me, too.”Mom kissed me again and put her hand on.