After getting just the tip in, he pulled all the way out before pushing in again. As he rhythmically moved the fat head in and out of my pussy, he beg...an going just a little deeper with each stroke. Moving his other hand across my mound, he gently massaged my clit with his thumb. I was so turned on and I could tell that I was quickly approaching orgasm.Rick moved his hands under my legs and lifted them up, spreading them as he pushed his big dick up into me, his girth stretching my pussy. I can his huge cock bulging inside his jeans. He then helps me wear a wig and also makeup. Finally, I’m like a woman in all my glory.We take our phones out and click a lot of pics and videos. Finally, we can’t take it anymore and I kiss him on the lips hard. He kisses me back and we keep smooching like we’ll never see each other again. He tastes delicious and I can’t stop kissing him. We give each other tongue and saliva starts exchanging our mouth. We finally stop after some time and stare at. Was a small boy who had suffered from heart problems as achild and had not been permitted to play the "rough games" other boyshis age played. At age 11 he was finally given a clean bill of healthand allowed to be a normal boy, but he was shunned by the other boysbecause he didn't know how to play football or baseball or basketballor any other active sports. Whenever, the other boys had to pickteams, Jason was always the last one picked due to his lack of skilland small size. This hurt him. An impostor as a man, it followed that she couldonly feel like an impostor as a father. She'd been playacting the role ofboth, her grip on what she perceived she was supposed to do in any givensituation that much more tenuous. None of it seemed to be coming fromwithin, but was modeled, mimicked really, from some vague and ever-changing notion she had of the ideal father, of what a "real" man woulddo.As a father, as a man, she felt like a total fake.Okay, so maybe Phoebe was realizing that.