” Larry took his shirt off, revealing his impressive upper body. Becky caressed his chest and went lower and lower, looking at his bulge. They match...ed eyes again. Becky started gently groping his groin area while kissing his abs multiple times. Larry was wearing sweatpants, her favorite. She lowered them. She lowered his boxer shorts to reveal his huge volcanic erection. “Mmm, God, I missed this cock...” Becky said, before finally wrapping her lips around his hard unit, sucking slowly. “Mmm,. He forced his cock all the way in. I was choking and gagging at first, but he didn't stop and it only took a minute or so before I got use to it. He fucked my throat until he came, shooting some of it down my throat, and the rest across my face and in my hair. My jaw ached when he pulled out, so I was quiet for some time after. I guess that's one way to silence my moans. John turned me on the bed and tied me up again and started sucking andnibbling on my nipples. His nibbling soon turned. Your clarity gets checked at the door, and truth becomes ambiguous. Who am I? A crossdresser. A writer. A pretentious man-girl calling herself "Pretzelgirl."What the hell kind of "Truth" is that?It's all I've got.YOU CAN TELL A TRUE TG STORY BY THE QUESTIONS left in your mind afterwards. You read something and wonder, "Did it really happen?" Example: "My wife came home unexpectedly the other day and found me in her bra and panties. She yelled and screamed, called me a fag, and made me promise. As they stepped into the light of her headlights, she noticed just who she was dealing with. They were big black men wearing gang symbols and she could swear that one had a gun in his belt. There were five of them.“Can you guys help me, please? My car broke down,” asked Hayden.“Your car? So you’re a little rich white bitch,” pointed out the ringleader. “Do you know what we do to little rich white bitches who come into our territory?” “Please. I’m Hayden Panettiere. I’m a famous actress. I could.