Last November Miss Harriet invited me to a duo session with her sissy client at her central London apartment.
This post has been sitting in drafts ever since waiting for me to find time to get it published. Meanwhile I've been dicking around in Dubai, slutting about in Sri Lanka, spunking all over Singapore, tickling fancies in Tasmania, now drilling deep in Dubai again and lubing up to be back in London in February.
Miss Harriet is a blonde bombshell with more dangerous curves than a bus ride from Kathmandu to Nepal.
I arrived to find Miss Harriet busting out of her latex and her sissy on his knees and eager to please.
A pretty sissy she was too. Cross-dressed for the occasion. Mascara still in situ, but not for long.
Miss Harriet doesn't hold back with the strap-on. We face fucked. We spit roasted. We high fived.
We filmed the grand finale as a souvenir for sissy via a phone on a small tripod filming three bipeds fornicating.
Sissy lay down on the floor face up and licked my balls whilst Miss Harriet supervised from the sofa.
Her ample attributes were inches from my face and so I asked nicely for permission to say hello to the girls.
Permission granted. With a pair of 36HH earmuffs on and my entire scrotum down sissy's throat, I delivered a cumshot of improbable proportions over sissy's face, inches from the camera.
After all was said and done and spunked all over, sissy was happy to remove her wig and rubber tits and cool off a bit.
I picked her sissy tits up off the floor and gave them a thoughtful squidge.
"Mind if I try your tits on for size?", I ejaculated.
Sissy did not object. So, like a timid young rosebud who has just begun to blossom noticing for the first time her blooming norkmelons. I gave them a jiggle in the mirror. Wondrous! Then a bounce. Then some jumping jacks. Harriet and sissy seemed to find this mirthful for some reason. What could be so funny about a demure, yet stacked, debutante gyrating her shoulders so as to swing her massive rubber tits in metre wide figure eights? Did you know if you thrust your chest forward forcefully enough whilst wearing fake rubber tits, you can make them shoot out like the eyes of a surprised coyote who's just seen a road runner priming up a rocket launcher? BAZOONGA!
If you're into cross-dressing and fancy having your own breast forms, I recommend full silicone. A quality breast plate from a reputable and ethical European distributor will cost at least a few hundred pounds. But you don't want to support the likes of Amazon/Ali Express/Alibaba if you can avoid it. The difference in quality will be immense if you get something like the tits pictured above. As opposed to a pair slapped together in some pollution intensive sweatshop conducting an exploitathon on their poor overworked employees.
I recommend The Breast Form Store, or Special Trade.
