Adventures of Shemale Sandra Part 2

Her tits popped out seductively, but that didn't seem to be what he was looking at. It wasn't the floor either. No, he was staring straight at the newly-formed lump poking at the front of her skirt. "Is that a dick?" he said with startling assertiveness. Sandra blushed and nodded. His eyes lit up. "Holy shit, I love shemales!!" he said it his most confident tone yet, "I see you girls all over the Internet!!" Sandra giggled; it was a little flattering, but she didn't particularly like being compared to other girls.

"Oh yeah, do you like what you see now?" she said, not trying as hard to conceal her natural voice as she was before.

"Hell yeah!" Timothy announced.

Sandra was elated. She was about to commence her fuck of the day and it wasn't even night-time yet! She did think it odd though, that Timothy seemed to be taking the initiative now that he knew her true secret. He had already laid her back on the couch and was proceeding to peel off her mini-skirt just since he had found out the news. She might have even considered him to be rushing things; that is, if he hadn't stopped for just a moment to stare at the flimsy white panties holding in her engorged girl-cock

In all of Timothy's life he had only seen one thing that excited him more than what was now before his eyes, and he knew that he could find that other thing on her slightly thick, tanned, beautiful body, too. He was in heaven.

He reached down and grabbed a fistful of slightly damp panty and rock-hard she-cock. Indiscriminately, he then jerked them both up and down and his hand. Sandra seemed to like it. She was loving the feeling of both his hand and the cotton carressing her girly-cock. It was coaxing more precum out little by little and making her extremely horny. But that wasn't enough for her, she decided. Reaching over, Sandra roughly tugged at Timothy's shirt until he resigned to lift his arms up and allow her to take it off. He wasn't particularly built at all, but that didn't stop her from flicking her tongue across one of his red nipples. Her hands meanwhile were busy undoing the buttons and zipper on his pants.