I walked in the place erupted in cheers. My pussy gushed. It was going to be a fun night. They were not going to be able to keep their hands, or anyth...ing else off me!The man of honor was in the middle of the room in a chair, the lights were low, the music loud. I would grind my hips to the music. the party went wild. I straddled the groom to be and ground my hot wet pussy against his hard cock. He arched into me and reached around to grab my tits, I pulled away and spun around, then sat back. I pushed a finger into my pussy and taking it out put it in my mouth and licked it dry I loved that taste. l pushed my finger in again licking it and smiling to myself in the mirror I did it one last time this time pushing it in as deep as my index finger would go and getting as much on it as I could. After that I ran my fingers through my hair and looking at myself in the mirror as I stretched all my muscles reaching my hands up as hight as they would go. I looked at my naked body smiling to. Gay people are not uncommon in the arts. Sometimes I think we are drawn to art as a way to express our inner selves. “That's sort of my high moment,” she said. “I'm dancing the Cowgirl, the tomboy who is boy crazy. She thinks being like a boy will bring her closer to the boys she craves, particularly the Champion Roper. And of course, it fails because in that world boys want girls. But for that waltz, I'm showing them all how feminine I truly am.”There is nothing boyish about you, I think but. I saw her flip through the book and came to the papers that marked the book. It was now or never. My aunt sat down on my waterbed with her back to me. She took the papers out and lay them on the waterbed and read the story from the book, I heard her say “Oh my!” Several times during the course of the story I was beginning to wonder if she would get around to the papers when she reached down to grab them and put them back into place. Curiosity got the best of her, as I knew it would. She opened.