“and how long have you been here, young miss?” he asks me, in a friendly but stern tone. A few minutes later, the intercom buzzes and I find Andrew grinning as I open the door. As he shoots the last of his seed inside me, my head falls to the table (not hard) and I stare blankly, my brain numbed completely by orgasmic overload. “Did he cum inside you?”
I baulk at the question, a little pissed. Besides, I have ‘insider information’, remember? Satisfied?!”
“Whoa! would you be willing to…”
“You want to know if I’ll wear it and let you fuck me in it.” I blurt out, a smile on my face. I used to be a man, but I got turned into a much younger biological woman by accident, about which my old self was not happy. I know the male mind.”
“You’re not mad I did, are you?”
“Don’t be silly,” I playfully slap his chest “that would be very hypocritical.”
“Hypocritical?” he asks, puzzled “how so?”
“Because I did the same over the sight of you in that tuxedo, silly.” I look up at him “I was so wet I’m surprised you couldn’t smell it!”
“Maybe that’s why I got so horny.” He smirks, squeezing me a little.
