As I go to get out of the car, you grab my cock really hard and tell me to follow you, so I climb over the seats while you hold firmly onto my cock as... you lead me into the house. As you lead me into the kitchen by my stiff cock, I grab your arm and pull you back to me and throw you up against the door and give you a deep passionate kiss while fondling your tits. As we continue to kiss, I press my body against yours to press my already stiff cock against your pussy. I start to grind my cock into. I would look up and take his wet cock, and smear it all over my face before taking deeper into my throat. With every trip into my throat, it would come out covered with my throat slime, hanging off my lips and his cock and dripping down my chin. He grabbed my head with his left hand and pulled my mouth off his cock the gripped the base of his shaft with his right, strings of spit hanging."You like this cock don't you bitch?" I fucking love your cock." I gasped like a starving whore."You're a. A bright fuchsia color attracted his attention down by the laundry hamper, and another wadded piece of tangled fabric underneath it. Shaking and squeezing the remaining urine from his dick, Gary tucked himself back into his shorts and leaned over to retrieve the garments on the floor. He snatched both at the same time, and lifted the hamper’s lid to deposit the garments. Swearing to himself, he took a mental note to chastise them over dinner and to practice their aim for the future. Gary paused. I couldn’t control it. I just knew it felt so right. There I was, 20 years later, responding to an ad online for some fun. It started as chat. I put a picture of my shiny black satin crotch up as my avatar and was immediately hit on by a handsome older man. I love girls, I love being with girls, I really wish down deep that I was a girl to eliminate all the mental cruelty I put myself through regarding my role sexually. I still love fucking girls, too. I love their smell, their mannerisms,.