“stay here, there’s no need for you to go and the other’s don’t know you, their leery of those they don’t know” Lexi stood her hands on he... hips “but I can help, I know the password and signal to get onto the island and the name of the island.”Con’s mouth dropped open “how could you know all that? father doesn’t even know the name of the island or anything else” Connor looked closely at Lexi “where did you get that information?” Lexi frowned “from Willy, Mac and Billy at the Bear and Bull. It all started with a fetish for tights but would evolve over time and would lead me to fully dressing as a woman. These days I know longer dress as a woman I am always in male mode, and if I do dress it is as a man in stockings, lingerie and heels so hold the wigs and makeup.The core of fetish is nylon with a sprinkling of S&M for fun6 without nylon the rest doesn’t mean much to me. As a man there is something very special about wearing tights and stockings, its all about the feel and the. My sweet little murmurs from the pleasure of it.He plunges his fingers into me and my pussy clenches around the probing. My juices flowing from my pussy to my asshole. He flexes his hips and the tip of his cock presses past the ring of my anus. My asshole clenches him there as well.His fingers hooked inside of me and rubbing forcefully against the top of my love canal taking care to hit my g-spot with each glide in deeper.He buries his face into the side of my neck and starts to kiss and bite. Because I may never be able to have you for myself, I’d happily settle for just a part of you I’d carry next to my heart for nine months, nurse at my breast for six months, and encourage to grow up just like you for at least eighteen years.”“Brenda, I always thought I was the super smart freak whose genes everyone hoped would be lost forever.”She hugged him, and said, “My poor baby. I know one woman who likes your genes, and who thinks the world would be in a much sadder condition if those.