She stopped to look at me with the sweetest smile. “Thanks, daddy.”She said it again, that beautiful thing! I loved it. I gently guided her back t...o suck some more. She complied like a sweetheart and put her all into it. From her lips, and her tongue, to the back of her throat. After a while, she was sucking voraciously while holding my balls. It was too much. Not wanting to ejaculate too quickly, I stopped her.She pulled the cock out of her mouth. I couldn’t believe how deep she had taken it.. Now in his late teens, Michael was left alone most of the time; with hissisters having married and moved out and his parents way on business hehad the place to himself a lot of time. He acquired all the requisiteshe needed to crossdress and spent hours and sometimes days dressed as awoman, luxuriating in feeling feminine. He often masturbated whilstdressed but it was more about the comfort he felt whilst dressed enfemmethan the sexuality.His life changed forever not long after his nineteenth. I don't know what came over me, but I walked up behind her & pushed my finger from behind into her crotch. She gasped. "Don't you tell me you're not turned on, you're just as sopping wet as me." I could smell her cum from this close, I knew she was aching for it, just like I had been earlier. I wanted to lick her out. This was it, my chance. My best friend had caught me masturbating, she'd asked me to carry on & now here she was all wet & juicy for an orgasm herself. I was more than happy to. .. Um, excuse me. Mr.Valet? You will have to move so I can get out. Please, don't standthere and drool down your shirt; it really isn't all that attractive.Thank you. Something is wrong. Do you hear it? No, not the THUMP-THUMP-THUMP from inside; I mean the sharp, staccato click-click-click of myheels on the pavement. That's the point; you shouldn't be able to hearthat.It...is...dead...silent...out...here. That NEVER happens. Everyone isSTARING at me. What did I do, grow a third eye in the.