Your turn is later." As she pokes at his chest lightly.Marci gathers her clothes from the bar and is directed to the back forthe dressing room. Emergi...ng five minutes later, a clothed Marci strutsout of the back room. A manager hands her the pile of bills and tellsher 15% is customary for the staff, the common tip jar is at the bar.Holding the fat stack of bills, she struts over to the bar and placesthe entire stack in the jar, stuffing it full. The barmaid andwaitresses look at her with wide. Ok maybe I am a little weird but so what? I was afraid I would lose my load before I got past her lips. I did get past them and went deep into her throat. I was surprised to find that there was really not much sensation at this depth. The feeling was great as her lips slid up and down Max’s length. I could now understand why Hank had let go so quickly. Her lips were soft and so warm. She had not even done ten strokes and I could feel my balls starting to boil. Trying as hard as I could it was. Sadly i told her i had to get back in for some studying. Later that evening I heard her come in the house, run to her room and close her door. Then suddenly, not 10 minutes later, I could hear her moan quietly. This was not unusual since she was at that age and the walls were paper thin. The unusual part however was me getting hard from it. Amanda did grow up in these last few months, she really blossomed into a gorgeous young woman. After she stopped I couldnt get it down so decided to go to. I pulled his trousers and pants down to his ankles and took a firm hold of his cock.The fact that I was now holding my best friends penis registered briefly in my brain, but more had changed in me than just my physical body: whilst as a man, I had never fancied my best friend, but now as a woman I wanted him more than anything; I wanted to do as I had promised earlier and fuck his brains out. I wanted his hard cock pounding my wet pussy, I wanted to feel his cum filling my vagina, I wanted him.