My head was spinning as the thick black cock of the second guy; who continued to saw in and out of my mouth, bruising her lips as they were crushed ag...ainst my teeth.I was moving my body, really trying to ease the pain of his invasive thrusts, but this in fact only adding pleasure to his enjoyment.Meanwhile that black man continued to fuck me with a powerful action, plunging deep into the bottom of my warm wet cave.Then I realized that my full body was betraying me; it was reacting to his. "Again, you. Know. What. I. Mean," Mary retorts, her normally softBelfast accent growing thicker and thicker with every agitated word."Krys, we should definitely throw these two a prom! A proper one!" Hell yeah," Krystie agrees with a grin, "I can get in on that! You twohave thrown us so many parties, it's time we did something for you for achange!" ...It would be nice," Charlotte concedes, looking expectantly in mydirection."Who am I to say no to a party?" I say, prompting cheers from my. I stopped the self-love and moved behind him to my table of goodies. I picked up the flogger, pulling it between my fingers he never knew which toy I would pick up. I turned back to him and lashed his tight arse. Once, twice, three times in quick succession. It blushed a shade of pink and the butt plug stayed put. He sighed, happily and I knew he was enjoying it. I proceeded with three more lashings, each one slightly harder than the last. When I finished the third I gave him one final smack. I'm been crossdresser from 12 to oneday before my 27th birthday. Irony.I begin to have an answer to the question: "What feel girl?"Yes, a simple question. What feel girl when wear panty, tights, dress,skirt? What feel a woman in heels, purse, with her hair falling down theshoulder? What feel a teenage when begin to make up herself? When wearlipstick, eyeshadow, mascara, foundation? When paint her nails withpolish?So I begin. The few moments that I've home alone, I take something fromsis and mom.