. Sliding up and down... My throat is swallowing your head ... Squeezing and pulling... My fingers are circling your cock, guiding my mouth and squeez...ing the base of your shaft. Oh my god. Your cock is so fucking hard and you taste so fucking good. I want to devour all of you. The saliva and pre-cum are mixing and dribbling down my chin. I wipe it off with my finger and put my finger in your mouth... You're sucking my finger while I'm sucking your cock. And I'm going to die. I need your cum.. It was the only thing missing in my complete feminization, I thought, and Icraved it. Came Friday night, when Sis and her friends had their regularget-together, and again I wasn't asked to come and dress up for them.I heard them laughing and talking, just as I always did, and I was thinkingabout that perfume. It was a month since they had dressed me. I was alsothinking, as I did so often, about how it felt to be dressed up as a girl,and to have them see me that way and stare at me and my. “Ok my love, whatever does best for you I am willing to go along with” I said kissing her on the tip of her nose. She walked over to what I thought was a simple plain counter top and pushed down. I heard a muted click and watched in amazement as up rose a commercial grade drip coffee machine that was fully plumbed to a filtered water supply and she secured it in position.Moving two steps to the left she repeated the pushing down process and a small commercial grinder appeared along with a. ” He shook her hand. “You didn’t tell her my name?” he asked me.“I forgot. We were discussing other important items,” I replied.“Like pastries and professional dancing and priggish parents in our PTA.” She took a gander around the seating area. “And where is my…” Amber swiveled toward the bar. “Q! Ven aca. Over here.”The dark-haired man relinquished the menu and headed our way.Oh bother.Like an antelope in headlights, his eyes flashed with recognition, right before Amber placed her hand on his.