1. CHAPTER FIVE


    Date: 9/9/2015, Categories: Fetish, Masturbation, Shemales, Author: justluvtrans, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I admired myself in the full length mirror. I took another pull from my snifter and sat it down on the nightstand. I cupped my hands around the girls and felt them. I reached down to the hem of my dress and pulled it up almost to my waist. I pulled my panties and pantyhose down and released Harry. Harry was still at attention. For a few minutes I stoked him slowly watching myself. I breathed a heavy sigh and returned Harry to his nylon sanctuary. Then I smoothed my dress down but the temptation was too great and I rubbed my hands over my ass and then my thighs. I pulled up my dress again this time to reveal my white slip and I rubbed it on my nylon covered legs. Then I grabbed my brandy and returned to the living room. I stopped to get the remote and turn on the T.V. I pressed the mute button and thought of Nicole’s ass. Then I sat down again in the overstuffed chair. I hit the brandy again and then again. The food on the plane had been rather meager so I was effectively drinking on an empty stomach. I was starting to feel a nice alcohol buzz so I did the natural thing. I fired up the joint. I inhaled the smoke deeply into my lungs. I held for about thirty seconds, and then exhaled. I took a sip of my brandy. Then relit the joint and took another hit. After I exhaled I took another sip of brandy. The marijuana hit me. My head felt like it had expanded by about two inches in circumference. I became more sensitive, I felt my lips, when I pressed them together slightly it was ...
    almost like I was kissing. I ran my hands over my girls and then down my body. My dress was slippery against the nylon of the slip. My fingers tingled with the sensation of my nylon clad arms and palms sliding down my dress. Harry was alert and eager to be released. I caressed my girls with one hand so I could feel the pressure against my actual breasts. The sensation was exquisite. I pushed a little harder. I pulled up my dress with my other hand and began to massage Harry, gently rubbing downwards past my scrotum and then pressing against my prostrate. Rhonda was here. We were one. I never felt so alive I got up and straightened my dress as I walked through my townhome. I sat in the other chairs and the couch in the living room. “I wonder what it feels like to sit here. What does it feel like to walk into the kitchen? What do I look like when a lay my girls atop the breakfast bar?” It felt so good to just walk around as Rhonda. To sit, cross my legs and feel the fabric of my slip move against my pantyhose. I returned to the bedroom and again admired myself in the full length mirror. I stepped closer and rubbed my girls with both hands, I stepped back and spread my legs to stretch the fabric of the dress across my thighs, I loved that look. I crossed my hands over my chest and felt my girls with the opposite hand then back down my dress. I caressed myself over and over, my excitement was building. “Ah, Rhonda you make me feel so good” I walked to my bed. I reached back and ...
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