My cock was so hard, I barely had to use my hands to push her slobbering panties aside and push my passion into her. Her head curled back; her back ar...ched. I closed my eyes shut at the overwhelming feeling of her inner-flesh warmth and wetness engulfing my manhood. I was solid. She sat back, letting my hard dick penetrate her hot, wet pussy as deep as I could reach. The rest of her body set down on my lap. I felt all her plush legs molding against my pelvis and her fleshy ass settling down on. I looked up and smiled and began my labor of love. I sensed that the guys towards the end of the Interview line were just thankful that I had progressed to reach them. He came quickly, all in my mouth. He held my head on his erupting cock, so I pretty much had to swallow everything. I coughed slightly, but said my usual “Thank you, Master.”The final Interviewer now stood before me. The room was buzzing with my performance. As soon as his robe opened, I knew who it was. I knew that cock and body. "I like staying on the houseboat with you."She turned and kissed his thigh. "That's because you're getting fucked all the time," she whispered. "You can be fucked anyplace, you know." I still like the river," he said."So do I," Shellie answered, then dragged the tip of her tongue along his thigh. "Mmmm, you taste good." I'm sweaty," he said."I know. I love the taste of you." I need a shower." You're fine as your are," Shellie murmured. "I enjoy the smell of sweat on a man's balls. I guess that. I decided I neededa break from all the gloom and doom surrounding thefuneral, so I retreated to my room to masturbate. I was sort of a cross dresser at that point, so Ifished a pair of my Mom?s old panties from the back ofmy closet and started to jerk off. I would imaginemyself as a woman and how cool it would be to be agirl, specifically this one girl I know who is reallyfeminine, and dresses nice, and is drop dead gorgeousto boot. While I was thinking how cool it would be tobe that girl, I.