My pussy is still throbbing from my orgasm, my cum is still running down my leg and dripping silently to the floor. You tease me, rubbing the head of ...your stiff cock over my holes, choosing carefully. You push slightly into my pussy and pull out again, running it over my clit with a beautiful pressure, and bring it a rest upon my tight little arse hole...'no baby' I scold. Anal has always been the one thing I would never try, It looked painful and unpleasant and it scared me. I was so vanilla. She said she had a costume and I was to wear one as well. What, I don’t have one. Yes you do, your going as a girl. But I’ve never done this. Well you’re going to tonight. No one will care because it’s a costume party so get dressed and make it good. This ran shivers down my spine thinking about it. So I shower and shave very close-everything. Since I dress at home a lot, I knew just what to wear. What the hell, it’s a costume party isn’t it? I put on my red gaft, thigh highs, strapped hi. I didn’t knew that females came that way, though I had guessed so (thanks to the knowledge from the blue films).I was still hard and inside her, she twisted sideways pulling me up upon her and she spread her legs wide to accommodate me between her thighs. Her legs were silk smooth as I touched and I asked her do you use hair remover. She said “kya” (what)? I said “kuch cream lagathee hoo kya pair key baal nekalney key liye”? She just laughed and said “nahi aisa hee hai, baal nahi hota” (its. It stank of masculinity and cigarettes. Tour complete, we sat down to supper. Conversation at the table was limited with Doris hardly uttering a word, as she liberally drank her wine.When we finished dinner, Doris performed her perfunctory task of clearing and cleaning.Offering to assist Doris I was bluntly told by Rod, “That’s women’s work, and your help isn’t required.”I was then invited into the man-cave to watch television. Enveloped by male odour and cigarette smoke, Rod and I watched some.