You release your seed deep into my bowels from the fluttering of my ass, my own orgasm having pushed you to the edge. Panting you collapse into me, my... legs still holding you deep in me. Your cock begins to soften as I grasping it one last time, my ass trying to milk it of every last drop.You begin to lick up my cum and kiss me deeply, sharing my load our sweat mingling as your cock slides from my ass. I clamp my hole shut to keep you in me but unsuccessful and some of your cum escapes, as you. " He whispered softly.I looked up and he was smiling down at me. My hands reflexively came up on either side of his thighs and I smiled back still blushing. We had spent so many hours on the phone living out our fantasies that this seemed only a prelude of what we both knew was inevitable.Matthew bent down slightly and softly kissed the top of my head. His hands pressed on either side of my face pulling me slightly forward. My heart pounded in my chest and it felt as if every bit of my breath. Grace had become a well-behaved little shemale in the space of a month and the psychological methodology he had used was in no doubt going to prove very financially beneficial for both parties.Hazel sat back on the bed and waited for Trisha to finish Grace's hair. Grace held a pink nailed hand up to her mouth as the beautician finished her work. "Oh my ? It's wonderful," she cooed as Trisha delicately sculptured the golden ringlets of shiny bangs that where held high on her head."Stand up lets. If she liked it she might want to ... think about it ... later ... with me ... if you get my drift. I felt my boner starting already. Maybe if I sat down it wouldn't be so noticeable. Linda and Julie scooted apart so I could sit between them. This story was called "Peeking At Sister's Tattoo" and it was just dirty. I mean it was dirty in the old timey sense of being a nasty, dirty, spicy story. And it was different than his other stories. It was told different in a jerky kind of style..