David’s left hand, the one with the cream on it, was sliding underneath Kayla’s napkin. He was fairly sure that her legs were bare underneath, and... he was right. He taped at the inside of each of her knees, the cold of the cream causing her to flinch – and open her legs wider. David rubbed the inside of Kayla’s right thigh and got confirmation that indeed she had gotten the idea and the whipped cream from her fork was already there. Using his two uncovered fingers to trace the path of the. I tentatively wrapped my hand around his thick shaft. My fingers could not close around it. I lifted it up and brought the head to my lips. As my lips slid onto the big head of his cock, my eyes went straight up to meet his. I knew at that moment I was totally submitting myself to him. I kept eye contact with him as my lips wrapped around the head and I closed them and my cheeks sunk in as I began to suck on him. I sucked the head with a sensual need. My hand was stroking his shaft now.. I usually work late nights, and leave home by 1 am. I take a rickshaw for home, which happens to cross this one spot where post-midnight you usually find young crossdressers here on business at the side of the road. They are dressed mostly in skimpy western outfits, some of them are really attractive. That’s saying a lot coming from me, for a 26-year-old straight guy. I’ve never been bi-curious either.It’s been months I’ve passed this regularity, I observe they way things worked there. Just out. The sheer manliness of him outweighed most of the men she had met in her lifetime. He was so much taller than her, he must have weighed at-least three of her, but it was solid muscle and bone with a little pudginess around the edges. ‘Miss…You’re in my way.’ She stared up at him blankly, before it dawned upon her what he was saying. She was in his way… and not only was she in his way but she was staring at him, wondering why he had looked at her so expectantly. ‘Oh… oh I’m sorry.’ ‘Don’t.