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Chapter Fourteen – Supergirls Bangkok“I’ve fucking had it with Jason!” Michele spat at Rod Latham“That fuckwit tracked me down and found me in a bar in Naples and created an absolute shitfight. And every night I’m here in the club, he carries on like a petulant child whenever I work a punter and in particular Lieutenant Steve Winters who is one of our best customers. When is that fuckstick going to realise what happens on board this ship is just business and what I do ashore is my own affair!” Michele seethed.“Either he goes or I go!” she crushed out her cigarette.Michele Nyland and Rod Latham were sitting at a table in 6QDA compartment, otherwise known as Barrack Room Betty’s bar on board HMS Ark Royal. Ark Royal was four hours out of Naples heading for South East Asia.“Yeah. I know, I know,” Rod capitulated.“He’s bad for business,” Polly chimed in.“The punters are scared of him,” Doris agreed.“He’s a pain in the arse; literally. I mean every time Michele takes Steve into the workroom he grabs me and fucks me senseless. He pays for it; but its revenge sex,” Mary interjected.“The boy’s gotta go,” Knocker White emphasised the point.“He’s costing us money and upsetting the punters, and Michele, who is our main drawcard,” he concluded.Michele, Doris, Polly, and Mary were dressed en femme, but casually, in denim skirts or short shorts with T-Shirts and sheer tights, bob wigs, light makeup and low heels. This had become their dress of the day except when they went up to the port after ladder bay to take in the fresh air and get some sun when they dressed like the sailors they actually were.It was the strangest of situations. Four transvestites living seven decks below the flight deck of an aircraft carrier. One deck above their quarters was an illegal gambling den, sly grog shop, and brothel. They were all Able Bodied Seamen in the Royal Navy and scrutiny of naval records would confirm that they were posted on board the HMS Ark Royal, but you would not find their names on any watch and station bill.Even when the rest of the Ship’s Company fell in for payment, as they did in 1976 to be paid in cash; Able Seamen Nyland, Holiday, Perkins and Maine were excused. They were allowed to attend ‘missmusters’, the Navy’s term for sailors who were on watch during ‘general payment’ and were handed their pay packets by CPO Rod Latham and simply signed the missmusters payment ledger.Michele had called the meeting after their interlude ashore in Naples. All of the Barrack Room Bettys had had a wonderful four days ashore at Mamma’s hotel and at the nightclub nearby. The exception being when Spike had turned up at the nightclub and made a fracas, the first night ashore. The girls had all hooked up with local men and had a great time although Polly was still pissed with Michele for stealing Tony De Lucca from her.“So we are agreed? Jason ‘Spike’ Jones gets his share of the money we have made so far from Barrack Room Betty’s and he gets the arse,” Michele stipulated.Everyone at the table nodded and took a shot of grappa, which Rod had acquired in bulk at a ridiculously cheap price from a smuggler ashore, and sculled it down.“We’ll give Spike the bad news and Knocker, you work the door tonight; there won’t be many punters first night out anyway. You girls get sorted and make sure two of you are here ready to take the first watch at 1700,” Rod concluded the meeting.Rod and Knocker found Spike sleeping off a hangover in the Bosun’s Store and gave him the bad news. He didn’t take it well but Knocker acting as the enforcer ensured Spike was aware of the consequences should he compromise the secret of Barrack Room Bettys.“I’ve been in the Pussers for over twenty years and during that time quite a few sailors have fallen overboard,” he hissed, grabbing Spike by the collar.Rod gave Spike his payout in cash; nearly seven hundred pounds.“That’s a lot of money for an Able Seaman. Spend it wisely and keep your mouth shut. And stay away from 6QDA or I’ll let Petty Officer White loose. Do you understand?” Rod looked him in the eyes.“Yes, Chief,” Spike conceded.“Alright. Now fuck off and turn too in your part of the ship,” Knocker clipped him around the ear.Rod and Knocker interviewed a few trusted agents who were regulars at BRB and finally settled on Leading Seaman Steve Smith. He was a muscular young sailor who had just enough common sense to realise he was likely getting the best job he would ever get in the Royal Navy.The Ark was now en route to Bangkok Thailand after a fuelling stop in Djibouti, which the sailors referred to as “that shithole”. No leave would be granted in Djibouti so Barrack Room Bettys was flat out for twenty-four days and by the time the ship transited the Chao Phraya River and berthed in Bangkok, everyone was looking forward to a breakThe ship was to undertake a fourteen-day logistic visit that included a maintenance period so the Ship’s Company were effectively divided in half into two watches so that they all got a good break. This did not concern the Bettys of course, as they were not on the ship’s duty watch bill.The four Bettys, Rod, Knocker and Steve spent the first day alongside stowing the contraband alcohol and other requisites that Rod had pre-ordered. The bootleg stores came on board with the ship’s stores so no one was the wiser. The appropriate people had been bribed to ensure the contraband was delivered 6QDA hatch and the team took it from there.When they were finished they sat at the bar and had a drink.“So what are you girls getting up to here in Bangkok?” Rod asked sipping a pint of cold lager.“I’m getting a hotel room in town and relaxing,” Michele replied.“Me too,” piped in the other three Bettys.“I’m going to find myself a pretty Kai Tai and spend a few days drinking and whoring,” Knocker quipped, sipping a scotch and soda.“Aren’t us Bettys good enough for you?” Polly laughed.“No offence, girls. You are all smoking hot when you’re dressed up, but Kai Tais have that something extra you don’t have,” Knocker made a hand gesture to indicate breasts.They all started laughing but Michele remained pensive.“Ok! Fuck this; let’s get our shit together and get ashore. I’ll see you all in fourteen days,” Rod finished his pint and slammed the empty glass down on the bar and stood up to leave.Michele found a reasonably priced hotel close to Soi Patpong which is a notorious red light district in Bangkok and famous for Ladyboys. She settled in her hotel room and decided to hit the bars in male mode as Michael Nyland.Patpong was totally different to anything Michael had experienced before. There were street vendors selling everything from copy watches to deep-fried grasshoppers. He had dinner and then hit a few bars looking expressly for Ladyboy bars of which he found many. Too pissed to take any of the ‘girls’ home but sober enough to be impressed by the gorgeous Ladyboys and observe their modus operandi, he woke the next day with a plan of action.Michael went to a bar called Supergirls on Patpong Road early in the evening and sipped an ice cold Singha while he took stock of the Ladyboys working the bar.There was everything from post-op transsexuals to pre-op transsexuals to young-looking homosexual men available for a price. A stream of transsexual Ladyboys looking to engage him for ‘short-time’ or ‘long-time’ assailed him, but Michael sent them packing.Then he spotted what he was looking for. A lovely, feminine Ladyboy dressed elegantly rather than in the Ankara escort hotpants and T-shirts or go-go miniskirts that most of the other girls wore. She wore an evening gown split at both sides to the waist, sheer pantyhose, high-heels, perfect makeup and her silky black hair cascaded to her shoulders. She was older than the other girls, likely in her early thirties, and the other bargirls seemed to defer to her.Michael waved her over and she joined him at his table.“I’m Michael. Pleased to meet you.”Michael had bought a tourist guide and made a study of local customs and used the traditional greeting or ‘wai’ and stood and bowed slightly with his palms pressed together in a prayer-like fashion.“I’m Ying, pleased to meet you too,” she smiled showing her perfectly white teeth.“May I buy you a drink, Ying?” Michael asked.He knew full well that the bargirls were expected to get the punters to buy them ‘cocktails’ which were in fact mostly soft drink but for which they charged exorbitant prices and split the proceeds between the girl and the bar.Ying called over one of the other bargirls, who executed a perfect wai, took their order and skipped over to the bar. Once Ying had her cocktail and Michael had his Singha they engaged in pleasantries that Michael knew would eventually evolve into a negotiation for a short time or long time.But Michael was surprised. Ying seemed genuinely interested in the young sailor’s conversation and asked him about life in England and his service in the RN. Unlike the other bargirls, she didn’t espouse a life of poverty and the need to send every Baht she earned back to her family so they could survive. She was vivacious and entertaining, laughing at his jokes and telling a few herself. Not only that, she was drinking real drinks, Thai whisky and coke.They chatted for a while and were completely engrossed in each other and time slipped away until eventually, Ying looked pointedly at her gold watch.“So Michael? We need to make an arrangement or I will have to move on. I need to make money even though I find your company enchanting,” she said.Ying spoke perfect English with a slight American accent.“And the bar-fine is?” Michael asked.“For how long?” Ying asked.“How about five days?” Michael asked.Ying grinned.“You seem like a really nice person and I would love to spend five days with you but you know you will have to accommodate me, feed me, and look after my needs,” she smiled morosely.“Yes, yes, I know,” Michael smiled at her.“Two thousand Baht?” Ying said tentatively expecting him to haggle.“Done!” Michael said and smiled at her.“Follow me. Let’s make our transaction out of the public eye,” Ying said and led him to a small room outback where Mammasan sat over an ancient cash register.Michael counted out the bills and the transaction was complete, he and Ying stepped gingerly down the steps of Supergirls and hailed a cab.Michael and Ying took the cab the short distance back to his hotel and Ying engaged the cab driver in Thai. Michael was pleasantly surprised when cab fare was half of what he had paid on the way there.“You will find that you will now be paying the local price for most things while I am with you,” Ying squeezed his thigh and smiled.Michael was very excited. But now came the tricky part; how to explain to Ying that he was actually a transvestite and wanted to explore that peccadillo further.Although the Bettys had been friends for a long time and had often been involved in group sex; they never explored the ‘girl on girl’ experience, even with the other transvestites they had met in the various clubs they had been to.Michael took Ying to the hotel reception desk and Ying engaged the concierge and handed over her identity card.“You pay him five hundred Baht and it’s all good, I can stay in the hotel with you,” she smiled and Michael shelled over the cash.Ying clung to Michael as they walked through the lobby and was surprised when he led her to the bar instead of going straight up to the room. They sat at a small table away from the main crowd and he ordered a drink for them both.“I thought you would want to go straight up to the room for ‘fucky-fucky’,” she deliberately used bargirl slang and laughed when she said it.She squeezed him under the table and found him erect and she raised her eyebrows questioningly.“Ok, Ying, I want to ask you something. Do Kai Tais ever have sex with other Kai Tais?” he stumbled over the question and Ying beamed at his embarrassment.“Oh, all the time but you should have said before we left Supergirls, then I could have got another nice girl to come with us so you can watch us ‘fucky-fucky’,” she giggled and Michael wished she would talk more softly as several heads swivelled their way and smirked.“Fuck, you know what? This is just going to be easier if I show you what I mean.”“Stay here in the bar for an hour and then come up to the room, ok?” he gave Ying a handful of Baht and stood.Ying looked a little amused, but after years of servicing ‘Farang’ customers, nothing really surprised her. She was happy to sit in the bar and spend Michael’s money.Just shy of an hour later Michele was ready to receive Ying. She’d already ensured she was smooth all over so she just needed to freshen and shave her face again. She had got to work applying makeup and although it was late afternoon she’d used smoky eyeshadow, black eyeliner and mascara and rouged her cheeks. She’d used her favourite plum-red lipstick on her lips and matched it with her nail polish.Michele chose a simple black satin bra and panty set and after securing her breast forms into the cups of the bra she slipped into a pair of sheer-to-the-waist, fifteen denier, flesh-toned tights. She pulled on her panties and shimmied into a tight black cocktail dress. She scrunched her feet into black heels and adjusted a blonde shoulder-length wig on her head. She had just enough time to accessorise and spray herself liberally with perfume before there was a hesitant knock on the door.“Ok! Here we go?” she said in her practised falsetto.She walked over to the door and flung it wide open and was greeted by a stunned look of amazement on Ying’s face. ‘For once, she’s speechless,’ Michele thought, and smiled.“Oh sorry! I have the wrong room; so sorry,” Ying was so surprised she reverted back to broken, heavily accented English, forgetting the fluent English she usually used.“No Ying; this is the right room,” Michele smiled at her.Ying frowned and then she smiled as she understood what was going on.“Oh, that’s why Michael asked if I would go with another Kai Tai! He wants a threesome with his wife and me. You are his wife? Girlfriend?” Ying asked.Michele gripped Ying by the upper arm and pulled her into the room and closed the door. Ying looked around perplexed; searching the room for Michael.Michele laughed; she finally had the upper hand on the sassy Kai Tai.“Ying! Look at me!” Michele said.Ying stared at Michele.“You don’t know who I am, do you?” Michele asked; amused.Ying shook her head slowly in confusion.Michele stepped forward and kissed Ying full on the lips, pulling Ting’s stiff body close to hers.“I’m Michael. But I’m not really; I’m Michele,” Michele whispered in Ying’s ear dropping her falsetto on the last sentence.Ying pushed Michele out to arm’s length and studied her; Ying looked stupefied and suddenly it dawned on Ying who Michele was. Ying’s face broke into a beaming smile.“You are Michael! Of Balgat escort bayan course!” Ying grinned.Ying stepped forward and embraced Michele, pressing her body against Michele’s. It was a unique and intoxicating feeling for Michele as their two soft bodies pressed together. Michele felt the swell of Ying’s breasts against her body and inhaled their blended perfumes; their soft lips met and Ying opened her mouth to accept Michele’s exploring tongue.Michele had not gaffed and her penis became rigid in the confines of the gusset of her tights and when Ying’s long delicate fingers slid along Michele’s thigh, found her penis and squeezed her through the silky satin panties and sheer nylon tights Michele nearly fainted. The kissing became frantic and Ying guided Michele over to the King-sized bed and lowered her down on the quilt.The two transvestites explored each other’s bodies, stopping briefly to remove various items of clothing until they were both dressed only in lingerie and high heels. Ying ripped off Michele’s bra and removed her breast forms. Michele reached behind Ying’s back and unclipped her brassiere, releasing Ying’s full breasts which Michele cupped in her hands and then her fingers gently caressed Ying’s nipples. Michele noticed the fine surgical scars under Ying’s breasts then she lowered her face to Ying’s chest and sucked on her nipples.Ying gasped and held Michele’s head to her bosom while Michele sucked Ying’s erect nipples then Ying lowered her face to Michele’s diminutive breasts and reciprocated.The girls kissed, cuddled and rubbed against each other until eventually, Michele lay on top of Ying, their penises pressing together through layers of silk, satin and nylon. Michele thrust her groin against Ying and Ying responded; raising her buttocks off the bed to meet Michele’s thrusts. Within a few seconds, both their panties were sodden with pre-seminal fluid.They continued to kiss and caress each other and Ying lifted her legs and enclosed them around Michele’s, the feeling of their nylons rubbing together was ecstatic, the hiss of sheer nylon broke the silence of the quiet hotel room, along with various squeals and gasps of pleasure.“Oh my God, Ying, this is so amazing; I think I’m going to come,” Michele moaned.Ying felt the urgency in Michele’s thrusts and eased Michele away from her and flipped her over.Ying spun around so they were pelvis to face. She lowered her mouth to Michele’s rampant member, still trapped inside her hose and panties. She licked, nipped and slathered at Michele’s throbbing phallus and encouraged Michele to reciprocate, which she gladly did. Ying pulled aside Michele’s panties and bit into the gusset of Michele’s tights and freed Michele’s penis, which sprang straight into her mouth.“Oh my god!” Michele screamed with pleasure.Ying expertly fellated Michele, backing off whenever she felt Michele might reach extremis. Michele followed suit, tearing open Ying’s pantyhose taking her engorged member into her mouth. To some extent, the concentration required to orally please the other partner negated the urgency to orgasm and the girls were able to orally pleasure each other without either of them climaxing.The oral pleasure continued until Ying decided it was time to explore the joys of each other’s bodies in another way. To Michele’s disappointment, Ying ceased fellating Michele and extricated herself from Michele’s embrace.Michele’s disappointment was shortlived, however, when Ying lay back on the bed with her lustrous black hair fanned across the pillows with her legs opened invitingly and her heels high in the air. Ying had slid out of her panties and tore at the crotch of her pantyhose revealing her puckered bud, glistening with lubricant below a considerable scrotum and a rather large erect penis.Michele fell on Ying and Ying opened her arms and pulled Michele to her. Ying wrapped her legs around Michele and her fingers found Michele’s fully engorged penis prodding between her buttocks, seeking the entrance. Ying guided Michele’s phallus to her precious bud and raised her buttocks up off the bed and, holding Michele still, she pushed up until the girth of Michele’s member was deep inside her.Michele had not been inside a woman for so long she that she had forgotten how it felt and this was the first time she had been inside a transvestite. Ying’s anus contracted and squeezed Michele’s shaft but Ying prevented Michele from thrusting. She drew Michele’s face to hers and only when they were kissing each other passionately, did she release her grip and allow Michele to slowly fuck her.They made love that way for what seemed like an eternity to Michele; slowing grinding against each other whilst lovingly kissing each other. Their smouldering passion became a raging fire as they kissed, stroked, and slowly fucked each other. Slowly their ardour grew and the fucking became faster and deeper.Ying gripped Michele’s buttocks and looked up into her pretty face and nodded and smiled, locking her legs around Michele’s waist. Michele took the cue and began to increase the tempo. Ying gripped Michele’s turgid member with her anal muscles as Michele fucked her harder. Both women were grunting and groaning as they smashed their lips together. At some stage, Michele tasted blood and realised that either she or Ying had cut their lip during the frantic kissing but she felt only pleasure.Michele felt her orgasm approaching and she smiled down at Ying who indicated that she, too, was close to climax.Michele ground herself against the gorgeous Kai Tai and bellowed as she emptied herself deep inside Ying. This triggered Ying’s climax and her cock shuddered and discharged her load. Michele felt the hot viscous fluid soak into the gusset of her tights and warm her belly as the last of her semen spilled deep inside Ying.The two transvestites kissed and caressed each other as their orgasms subsided. Michele’s deflating penis fell from Ying’s anus with an audible plop and they both laughed. Michele’s seed dribbled from Ying’s sphincter and soaked her pantyhose.They lay side by side stroking, caressing and kissing each other, both amazed at the other’s beauty. Their semen had not even cooled before both of them responded to their passion and their penises began to grow to tumescence again.“This time I fuck you; Farang Kai Tai,” Ying sniggered.But Ying’s snigger turned to a deep groan as Michele slid under her and took Ying’s engorged phallus in her fingers and guided it to her entrance.An hour later they were sated. They had showered together; resulting in another extended session of foreplay and were now naked, wrapped in the large, white, terry-towelling robes provided by the hotel. Ying and Michele had fixed their makeup standing side by side at the large mirror. Ying had brushed out her lustrous long black hair and Michele had combed out her blonde wig.They lay side by side on the bed, propped by pillows, drinking cold Singha beer from the hotel fridge.“This is very exciting Michele. You are the first Farang transvestite I have met and you are far too feminine and experienced to be new to this,” Ying said, thoughtfully sipping her beer.Michele glanced at Ying and smiled.“And you are too sophisticated and your English is too perfect to be a peasant farm boy who became a Kai Tai to earn money for your family like so many of the other Kai Tai,” Michele said.“I’ll tell you my story then you Escort Batıkent tell me yours,” Michele reached up and kissed Ying gently on the lips.Michele told Ying about how she always had the compunction to crossdress and about being caught dressed by her Uncle Bill who had treated her as his lover and fanned her carnal desires. She told of the shame she felt when her family found out and Uncle Bill’s betrayal when she was told to join the Navy or be shamed out of the family.Ying was absolutely intrigued when Michele told her of experiences at HMS Chelmsford; Ying became teary when Michele told her of her repeated violation by PO Knocker White and her rescue by Jason ‘Spike’ Jones and then of their falling out.“It is always the same with men; they become jealous and petulant like children,” Ying commiserated.“Oh, it gets better,” Michele went on to tell of her first experiences aboard HMS Ark Royal.Ting frowned and then was amazed when Michele described turning the dingy compartment that was 6QDA into ‘Barrack Room Betty’s’ bar and casino.“And of course; brothel,” Michele added.Ying laughed.“So Michele; you are a Kai Tai bargirl just like me?” she playfully slapped Michele on the thigh.Michele explained that both Knocker White and Spike Jones were on the ship and that although she had been able to forgive Knocker White, she couldn’t reason with Spike Jones, who was infatuated with her.“In Bangkok, us Kai Tai have ways of dealing with men like your Spike Jones so they don’t come back,” Ying said nonchalantly puffing her cigarette.Michele narrowed her eyes at Ying and then finished her story with a summation of the last port visit to Naples.“Again this Spike seems like a petulant child who needs a good spanking,” Ying said thoughtfully.Michele lit a cigarette and poured them both a gin and tonic. Michele had bought two bottles with her from on board the Ark.“Ok. Your turn,” Michele crawled back on the bed and snuggled up to Ying.Ying told Michele about how as a teenage boy Ying had gone to school in America, living with his uncle and aunt. But when his parents could no longer pay he had had to return to Thailand and by then he was tormented by his gender dysphoria and wanted to live full time as a woman.Ying explained that she had undergone breast augmentation and other transformation surgeries and now lived as a Kai Tai full time, sending some money home from what she earned in the bar and from prostitution.Michele was fascinated about how Ying had undertaken breast augmentation surgery and asked Ying to go into detail about it.Ying had undergone breast augmentation surgery with implants and a tracheal shave to reduce the size of her ‘Adam’s apple’.“I am lucky because like you I have a very feminine face, figure and form. Some of the other Kai Tai have also had facial surgery and buttock augmentation,” Ying explained.Michele quizzed Ying about her surgery. Where did she get it done? How much did it cost? How long did it take? How much did it hurt?Ying laughed but was happy to share her experiences with her new friend.“And what about this?” Michele smiled and slid her fingers inside Ying’s robe and found her penis.“When I have enough money I will exchange it for a vagina,” Ying said determinedly.Michele raised her eyes; a little surprised.She still had her hand inside Ying’s robe and she raised her face to Ying’s and kissed her; squeezing Ying’s dilating penis.“Now show me how you do that trick with your anal muscles,” Michele grinned and climbed on and straddled Ying.The two transvestites made love until the early hours, switching roles until they were exhausted.The next day Michele dressed in hotpants, sheer tan tights, platform high heels and a cap-sleeved blouse. She wore a black bob and light makeup, applied with Ying’s assistance and the two girls went shopping.Michele hired a taxi for the day negotiating a good price with Ying’s assistance. The girls shopped, had lunch, and Michele even had Ying take her past the surgery where Ying had her augmentation operation.After a late-afternoon lovemaking session, Ying encouraged Michele to visit the hotel pool.“But I’m so pale Ying!” Michele bemoaned. “That’s why I wear tights or stockings all the time; my legs are lily white.”“Most of the English Farang are pale; that’s why they laze around the pool to get a tan,” Ying laughed.She was able to coax Michele into a swimsuit and suitably gaffed and with breast forms in place, she looked quite feminine.“I can’t swim in this wig,” Michele whined.“Hardly anyone swims. We sunbathe, splash around the shallow end of the pool and of course we drink some cocktails,” Ying beamed.That night, they glammed up and went back to Supergirls to watch the shows. Michele even recognised some of the sailors from the Ark but no punters from BRB.The other Kai Tais fawned upon Michele; the Farang Kai Tai fascinated them, and Michele had a wonderful time. She danced with some of the bar girls and even with some of the punters but she went back to the hotel with Ying.Michele and Ying had a wonderful week together, shopping during the day, afternoons by the pool drinking cocktails and nattering. Michele became tanned and they spent their evenings out on the town.Despite the myriad of offers, Michele and Ying always went home together. They became friends as well as lovers and Michele extended her offer to Ying to stay with her for the whole port visit. Ying wanted to waive the bar-fine but Michele wouldn’t hear of it; she knew Ying needed the money.They had a wonderful time together until the second last night in Bangkok when Michele and Ying were having a night out at Supergirls.Michele went to the toilet leaving Ying chatting with a few of the bargirls at their table. She peed and was fixing her makeup in the mirror when suddenly Spike Jones burst through the door carrying a drink. He was drunk and angry and Michele knew this wasn’t going to end well.“Spike! What are you doing here?” Michele was astonished.“You fucking bitch! I lost my job and I lost my heart to you!” Spike blubbered.“Jason! Come on! Stop this! Let’s go to the bar and get a drink and talk this out,” Michele pleaded.“Talk this out you cunt!” Spike tried to throw his drink over Michele, but missed.Michele laughed.“Jason, please!” Michele talked to him like a petulant schoolboy.“Jason, please!” you fucking ungrateful bitch, he mocked her.“You wouldn’t be where you are now without me. I made you! I made the Barrack Room Bettys and you all shat on me!”Michele knew that Spike was beyond reason. He was drunk but still looking for sex.Spike unzipped his fly and tried to bring his flaccid penis to tumescence but he had been drinking and he couldn’t get hard.Michele knew the best way to deal with Spike was to try to appease his lust so she willingly stroked his cock. She tried her hardest but could only get his penis semi-erect. Spike thrust his cock in and out of Michele’s hand while she kissed him, hoping to bring him to orgasm as quickly as possible.“Fuckkkk!” Spike screamed, furious that he couldn’t gain an erection. “It’s your fault! I can’t even get hard for you any more!” Spike bellowed.He lifted her dress exposing the globes of her buttocks clad in gossamer thin pink nylon panties.“You fucking slut! Fucking slut panties!”He gazed down at her soft white buttocks clad in the transparent pink panties, the beige welts of her flesh-toned stockings delineated her tanned thighs. The bitch had been suntanning herself!Michele tried her best to bring his semi-erect penis to full tumescence but it was a lost cause.  She even felt sorry for him and kissed him passionately, rubbing herself against him to encourage him.  She felt him thicken and smiled.“Finally!!!” he moaned as his cock became hard enough for penetration.

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