My tongue slid into her juicy snatch, her smooth thighs gripping my stubble cheeks. “Mr. Johnson - uhhh wait - “ Her hips swiveled and swung under... my tongue fucking.I slowed. When she reached for her purse, my tongue trilled on her clit. Making her cry out as she pumped her hips for me. She came to the edge, tightening, ready for her to orgasm -I slowed. Teri groaned in frustration. “I have to get the condom first,” she rummaged in her small purse. Lip gloss and change and a bus pass tumbled. For a brief moment she seemed to be looking downward and I felt surely she had seen me growing. ‘It is the spice of life, I really do think it is just to understand how a garden grows and all the elements which do together to cause that certain cause and effect, a karma in action. I smiled trying to hide my embarrassment and still not understanding why Cecelia made me feel that way. She said later she would make me a fresh cucumber sandwich if I would like that and even then, the way she looked. He curled his hips into her and felt her hips respond with a maddening undulation. She was as ready as he was, but he wanted to draw this out more. John had fantasized about just this moment for far too long to give in to his impulsive desire too quickly. He wanted to savor her. With an almost careless strength, John slid his hands behind and under her ass cheeks, between her thighs, and then lifted Allie against his body, letting his hard-on nestle into the vee at her crotch as he again curled. People bought shots, exchanged hugs. The crowd was mixed with drags, queers, transgender folk, gender feud, cross dressers. Karly and Olivia and I were standing at the balcony, enjoying our drinks. ‘Seriously, I can’t believe how convincing you look. You look 100% like a woman.’ I closed my eyes, in a melancholy moment and a tear ran down my eye. ‘Aw babe what’s up?!’ They both put their arms around me. I opened up and explained that I had been cross dressing for a long time and wanting to go.