" He controlled the pace and the motion and could apply extra attention to either nipple or to my clit while the other two points would get a constant... level of stimulation. Because so much of his attention was focused on stimulating me, he didn't get much satisfaction until after I came, when he could focus on his own pleasure.He started very slowly and built up the pace steadily, listening to me to determine whether to shift his stimulating effort. He gently nibbled my nipple but as I got. I was more Bi than curious in my younger years and always appreciated a good looking guy as much as a good looking woman. The difference now is that it’s easier to act upon my carnal inclinations towards men. Needless to say, I really do enjoy my time with Brent. By the tent in his shorts, he enjoys the time with me, as well.I never wondered what it would be like to be a woman, back when I was a man. I never dressed in women’s clothing, nor did I ever feel that I was in the wrong body. I quietly bade my hosts a good evening and gatheredmy coat and left the home. I had not run into that mysterious Mistress again,and I was both happy and sad. I wasn't looking as I walked to my car, and definitelydid not see the pair of high heels that dangled near the front of left tire.The scent of tobacco filled my nostrils as I blinked and glanced up. She wassitting on the hood of my car. She raised her cigarette to her lips and drewdeeply, the ember almost illuminating her features fully in. She wanted to explore, to push her boundaries, to take part in sexual acts that she couldn’t imagine. The thrill of being spit-roasted by two men was still fresh, but she knew that before the day was out, she would begin to tire of it. A new orgasm was swelling inside of her, and she knew another would follow when both the boys started cumming, shooting their seed deep into her womb and throat ... but the excitement would fade. Fast.This simultaneously saddened and excited her. Her second.