Who are you looking for?" Well...This is a little awkward to explain. It's a friend of ours, butwe don't know what name she is using," Jim said. He ...took out one of thepictures they had found in the house, which depicted a very feminineRob, and held it out to Jake. They could see that Jake recognized thefeminine-appearing Rob."Yes. I know her that's Diana, she's a good friend. May I see someidentification?" It was obvious that Jake wasn't going to just tellthem what they wanted to. He still had about three inches of his cock still outside my mouth and as I became more comfortable with the feeling he started to push even harder. Each time, he was able to go in a little further than before. I felt the entrance to my throat gradually being stretched open in order to accommodate him and to allow the passage of the massive head of his cock. He continued pushing, forcing it deeper and deeper until all at once, I felt something in my throat suddenly give way as the head of his. I shouldn’t have left that door open,” she added, reassuring me with her smile. “I mean, what else could a boy your age do but watch?”Letting out a nervous laugh, I fell silent. It comforted me that she wasn’t mad, and it was actually very nice that she was being cool about the whole thing.Suddenly, her hand traveled up my thigh, closer to my crotch. Letting out a gasp, my cock sprang to life once again. Looking her directly in the eye, my mouth hung open as an expression of worry and. I opened the drawing-roomdoor: it was just as my mother had left it. Harold was sitting on thesofa, reading a newspaper as if nothing had happened. He smiled as Icame over to him, and I sat down beside him, opened the furs andsnuggled up to him, my naked body still damp against his clothes. Ipulled his head down and our mouths met in a long, slow, wet kiss; anaked, aroused, fur-swathed transvestite boy with damp blonde hair andhis wicked pimp. I was getting dangerously close to yet another.