She moves her hand again and takes my cock. 'Its getting a bit bigger now, but still not hard enough for me'. She holds it and I see her judgement on ...her face. Is that real or part of the act? When we play these roles it is hard to tell what is real or not. 'Spit on my face' I finally beg.Emma moves her head and mouth close to mine. I can feel her warm breath. She then spits over my face. I feel her spit drop down my chin and over my eyes. 'Again' I ask. She spits again and again. Every time I. I pulled her and she sat on my lap and she could feel my rock hard cock. She started breathing heavily. She had no idea what foreplay was and I guaranteed to make her wet even before I remove her clothes to which she was skeptical about. She was sitting on my lap and was breathing heavily. I had one hand on her hip and was pressing it gently and was kissing her neck for which she started moaning a bit. I kissed her shoulder and side of the neck and boy was she breathing hot. Then I went up to. He took a deep breath and said "it's hard work talking, I need a glass ofwater" he went to get the water and I pondered what made a woman want tobe a man, now I was a woman I would hate to go back to being male again,all those boring clothes and clumpy shoes and the macho bit - not for me!He came back, climbed on the bed and I snuggled against him again -"go onI prompted"Smiling he commented "slave driver" then continued I thought about it forabout a week, (it was now early March) them. ” But he didn’t stop! He kept up the pressure, more and more! “Ah NO..NO..Not anymore!!! It won’t go! You’re killing me! You said you would stop!” I spread my legs as wide as they would go, to help ease the pain. I was pushing on his shoulders and chest, but it didn’t even bother him. He just kept up the relentless pressure. MY God, He’s going to split me into! God help me!” I was moaning and crying.Suddenly there was a pop and the pressure was gone, but I felt as if there was a log inside the.