She reminds me of a girl I met at a drag show several years ago. She another one of the "girls"...(wink, wink) decided they'd like to tag team me in the bathroom. She had eight inches and her buxom blond friend at least nine coiled up in those lace panties. When she lifted her skirt and I saw what was underneath, I got a smile on my face like it was Xmas time. Her panties were like bow on a wonderful gift. With one down my throat and one in my ass, it is a wonder they didn't touch somewhere around my lungs. They worked me good for at least two hours before soaking me. Pure heaven. Cell cameras were clicking, so there must be pictures of our love-making on the net. I use to LOVE to hang around backstage and offer-up my holes to the horny, young trannies. Bathroom stalls, wire closets, on bar counters, outside, inside it didn't matter. I was like a sexual service animal. If I were a bird, I'd have been a "swallow." I'd go to the show hungry and leave full.