I lifted my hips a bit and reaching down tried to pull it off, I spread my legs a bit and he sunk between my legs. I looked around and cautiously lift...d himself off me and that enabled me to remove my panty completely. My pyjama and panty now lay at my feet.He slowly resumed his place between my legs, ensuring at the same time that we were well covered by the blanket. I could not wait and grabbed his meat and guided him into me. I was soaking wet and he pushed in easily. In one stroke he lay. Truth is at that moment I couldn't very well imagine how a 'superior' black girl should handle her 'inferior' whitey, and neither did she. She was just happy to be in my presence and I enjoyed her loyal attention. Those phrases you just heard would become common place in the not too distant future however. It was almost impossible not to discover how she'd do almost ANYTHING I told her.Such a submissive twit!I can remember the first time I brought her to my home. The look on my mother's face. Hun.. if you want to fuck Dan again. Please do it. You have all my blessings. She didn’t answer me and I change my statement… can you fuck Dan for me again???? She ignored me and I ask her again.. can Dan fuck you again please… she was cumming and I asked her again.. can Dan fucked you again … she nodded and said yes.. and I went back to concentrate in the fucking and I cum inside her. We rested for a while and she turn to me and told me.. Can I tell you something? I said yes.. She said.. Dan. It wasn't the kind of thing a teenaged boy could ignore -even a cross-dresser like myself. Breasts don't grow ontrees, and they certainly don't bloom on pubescent males,no matter how effeminate they happen to be. My head wasreeling in confusion. This was crazy. I was crazy, I musthave been.But I wasn't. Somehow, I knew I wasn't losing my sanity.This was really happening. I had undergone some kind ofmetamorphosis, right here in my Mother's dressing room. Myentire body had transformed, altered -.