Virginia’s Luxurious Evening

“Nope. I can do it by myself.”

He bent to Virginia’s left breast, bounced it gently, and settled his mouth over the nipple, sucking it and then tugging at the nipple ring.

Virginia held his head to her breast. Beneath her short skirt her cock had long since begun to swell, sorely trying her thong. Softly, slowly, Jason kissed Virginia as he delicately touched her thigh. She sucked in a deep breath and breathed out slowly, her excitement mounting.

Marla’s skirt was much too short to conceal her femininity when she sat down. She parted her thighs and reached her hand down to touch her lips, brushing her clitoris with her middle finger. From there she inserted it to its full length, tickling her clit with her thumb as she did so.

Jason slid his hand carefully up the inside of Virginia’s right thigh. His fingers seemed to speak words of tenderness and she basked in the glow of desire. Jason already knew that Virginia was a shemale and it obviously was going to be no impediment to his affections.

Just before he encountered her hardness out of sight beneath her skirt he whispered, “Do you want to…?” He did not finish.

“Jason, do you want me to remove it?”

“Yes, beautiful lady. I want that very much.”

Swiftly and with dexterity Virginia reached under her skirt, raised her hips off the couch and pulled off her thong. She bent over to take it around her shoes, then tossed it aside.

As her mother watched, Jason laced the fingers of his right hand into her hair behind her neck, holding her head for a deep kiss as he moved his left hand into the blonde fur covering her ball sac. Virginia wanted him to grasp her penis; instead, he excited her by gently playing with her fur-covered balls. She felt the curls beneath her penis tighten, then relax as he pulled at them. Next he cupped her balls in his hand, fondling them and enjoying the feel of their furry coat.

Virginia parted her thighs.