“I am trans,” I said softly.“That’s amazing!” Aya exclaimed.“What?” I responded, confused.“I knew you were special when I saw you,” ...ya said as she kissed me.This kiss lingered a bit, and then Aya pulled a little back, we stared in each other’s eyes and slammed our lips together and kissed passionately. The kiss was magical and passionate. Aya brought my hand between her legs, and to her wet pussy, I was happily surprised she wasn’t wearing panties.I pushed my fingers into her pussy and rubbed. We played chess sometimes, since this seemed to ease the weight of the difficult topics we discussed. ‘You’re a good-looking boy, Francis,’ he would comment offhandedly. ‘You would make a fine husband and father. Are you sure this is the path you want to pursue?’ ‘Yes, Father,’ I had replied, keeping a close eye on my priest’s next move. He was crafty, and would often distract me with serious contemplation, then promptly check me. ‘I just want to help people and belong to God. I mean… not that. Unfortunately, she suffers from a Hypersexual Disorder that has completely changed her life, forcing her to find men devoted to satisfying her relentless hypersexual drive. Although this chapter is a stand-alone, the reader is encouraged to read the earlier chapters to more fully grasp Carols condition. As noted in the earlier chapters, the story is completely fictional, yet based upon real people and genuine circumstances. Names and details have been changed or modified to provide anonymity.. Sherubs some more, and decides she is not getting the full benefit of thiswhile she is clothed. She removes her top and her jeans, showingherself to me in her bra and panties. Now she rubs against me onlywearing that. Her silky bra feels so nice against my chest, but thenshe removes it. Her breasts are big and round. She rubs them slowlyagainst my chest. She tells us how much she is enjoying the frictionagainst my chest hairs. It feels nice to me too, but I am not gettingquite enough from.