"Mom... Amy's friend is a cross-dresser... Huh? What events does he runin?"Melissa sighed and rolled her eyes."Mom, I didn't say cross-trainer, I said... a cross-dresser. You know,women's clothing."Melissa pulled the phone away from her ear for a few moments."Mom... Mom... stop laughing... Mom, this isn't funny... Why are youlaughing? No, this isn't God's way of teaching me what a bad child Iwas... I did not make you and Dad's life a living hell when I was kid!I wasn't that bad! Okay, I might have. I was sitting there putting some baby furniture together when there was a knock at the door. I got up and opened it and there stood Charly. She had a baby gift in her hand. I was so glad to see her. I gave her a hug and she felt so good. She told me she was sorry she didn’t make the baby shower and thought she would bring over the gift. I invited her in and she asked me where Candy was. I told her she went to see her parents and I was putting together furniture. She smiled at me and we started. I gasped at the same time as her cheeks puffed out, and a blast of air rushed up my saliva-coated erection. In only a fraction of a second, she had her lips tight around me, and sucked back to the tip at a torturously slow pace. She let me escaped with a wet slurp, and then started licking again.“Good?” she asked between licks.“Oh yeah,” I answered. “Making you wet?”“So wet.” She tongued the head of my cock, gave it a quick suck, and then added, “Making my poor pussy ache.”“Play with it all. Then I remembered, she had fucked all of them. We loved to go home and talk about it while we rolled around our bed for hours. It really gets her juices flowing to tell me about getting someone elses dick buried in her pussy, but most of all she just plain out likes to fuck. To feel a good hard cock in her twat. To make a man dispose of a huge forcful load of hot cum and feel it splash against the wall of her vigina, or the back of her mouth and down her throat. Hell, I must admitt it, turns me.