Across the lane from my house was a footpath lined on both sides by a tall hedge, it went past a large mansion house, which was the only other buildin... for miles. The path led to a small wood which I thought I would investigate at some time.My name is Ian I was 25 then and loved dressing as a women (still do). One Saturday afternoon, it was quite sunny and warm. I felt very sexy and decided to get dressed up and walk down the footpath to the wood. I had never seen anyone at the mansion so I. I gulped and said nothing. Alicia pushed out her chest so her boobs were practically bursting out through her white shirt. Oh, no! I thought with annoyance as the stirring of sexual arousal began again in my groin. I felt my little man begin to grow making a small bulge to form through my skirt. She took off her blazer jacket and began to unbutton her shirt all the while her eyes stayed on me. Alicia stepped up closer to me so her breath was on mine. "What's that poking in the side of me?" she. Barb stood up and turned around facing me and I ripped her blouse open sending buttons everywhere. She then took charge and threw me on the bed. She stood above me and ordered me to play with my pussy which i did. I pulled my short plaid skirt up and slid two fingers into my sopping cunt. As Barb watched me finger my hole she undid her bra and threw it in my face. Her boobs were huge. Her nipples stiffened as I let her slide my soaked panties around my ankles. "Let me taste your little pussy. Now, figuring she would just jerk me off and let me cum on her hand, but nope, to my surprise, she went to her knees and took my cock deep in her mouth and throat. sucking me so deep, so slow and so sensual. I couldn't believe Becky was sucking my cock. Her beautiful brown eyes looking up at me as she tried sucking all of my cock into her mouth and throat. Her gagging was sexy as her eyes teared up. Such a dirty girl I told her, playing with your pussy while watching me. Fuck, I couldn't hold.
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